Chapter 98: Tropical clash (2)
The atmosphere turns crushing—oppressive.
Drakhul’s very presence—the energy radiating from his body—is enough to make the dozens of surviving dark elves slowly back away.
~Drakhul... if he’s here, then that means...~
Hakuto scans the area—and finds her.
Velune stands at the edge of the flattened ground, cleared by the hurricane Chris unleashed.
Perched on her shoulder, the undead creature, with the look of a cockroach, has wings and a beak resembling those of an eagle.
Due to the chaos of the ambush, Hakuto hadn’t noticed secondary details—like the winged undead retreating in panic, flying back to its master, probably to warn her.
«Seven powerful Monster Reapers cornered by a handful of such pitiful creatures... I’m truly disappointed...» Velune mutters, clicking her tongue and shaking her head in disapproval.
~Pitful creatures... pff, easy for her to say with someone that terrifying protecting her...~
«Perfect timing, Velune!» Shin exclaims with a sigh of relief—in his mind, Jasmine was already as good as dead, and only Velune’s intervention had saved her.
«Shut your mouth, idiot!» Velune snaps, bouncing furiously in a clumsy, childish way. «Because of your incompetence, I missed the live episode of El Suspiro de Valmara! Do you even understand what that means?! Of course you don’t! And if that wasn’t enough, I had to bring out my precious Drakhul—despite the fact that he has no clue how to fight or use his vampire powers! All he can do is punch like a gorilla!»
«Come on, don’t be so harsh. Help us out of this mess and I promise I’ll give you a surprise,» Shin replies diplomatically.