Chapter 257: Risks
Vibru grabbed the table, his sharp claws drilling into the precious wood as he held back his desire to rage at the towering Loydin standing in front of him. It was holding a small crystal covered in tiny runes with an image hovering above it that showed the metallic, gleaming face of a young man with long hair. An emerald crystal dangling from his hair showed he was a cardsmith.
"You are a hundred percent sure this is the target?" Vibru hissed, jabbing his finger into the far too-familiar visage. Just looking at it caused his anger to grow.
That Fiz'rin scum, he thought, recalling how the hammer-wielding brute had destroyed his precious sword by tossing it into the barrier.
"Yes," the Loydin said, showing no reaction to his anger. "Zirt expects him captured within the month."
Zirt expects? Zirt isn't even a captain yet, Vibru thought, picturing the smug face of the first mate of The Ruby's Revenge.
Taking a deep breath, he continued through clenched teeth. "This smith's on Granvox! How-"
"I don't care," the Loydin said. "You have your orders. I still need to meet with the others."
"The others?" Vibru growled. "I thought I was supposed to capture this smith! If the others-"
"The others are going to have their own targets," the Loydin said. He hesitated for a moment, then the first sign of any emotion came to his face in the form of a denigrating smile. "Their targets won't be as easy."
Vibru's desire to rip the metal abomination apart was growing by the second, but he said nothing.
The Loydin gazed at him, seemingly expecting him to react. When nothing happened, the over seven-foot metallic being snorted, turned, and left.
For a moment, the only sound in the room came from Vibru's teeth as he gnashed them together. Then he forced himself to relax his hands from the table. After a few moments, the rage left his eyes, and he began thinking.