Chapter 310: Hell Tree (6)
[grrrrr...]
Cerberus began to emit dark murderous energy.
"Long time no see."
Vikir couldn't help but think of the long-ago confrontation on the Red and Black Mountain.
His first monthly evaluation at the age of 8. His childhood in the wilds of the Red and Black Mountains.
Back then, he'd caught them with chocolate obtained from beating the Baskervilles' triplets, a pit trap he'd spent days carving, and a combo move that utilized the venom of the Bloody Mamba he'd saved from its Cradle.
"Do you recognize this scent? It belongs to your kind."
Vikir took out the hood of the picaresque mask he was wearing around his neck and took it out of his collar.
The hood was sewn from Cerberus's hide.
It had been tanned countless times, but the dog's scent had never completely disappeared.
Cerberus's face contorted even more frighteningly when he smelled his own kind.