Chapter 151: Pyramid Of Dominion! (4)
Creed immediately snapped into battle mode. His eyes narrowed, his body tensed, and his senses sharpened like blades.
That voice was slick, cocky, and smoother than butter on a summer skillet and it had definitely belonged to Alan Snow.
But the question was: Where the hell was he?
Creed’s eyes darted around the stone chamber, scanning every corner, every shadow, every nook and cranny like a paranoid raccoon in a haunted bakery.
His vision, already enhanced due to his superb sight and combat readiness, caught every little flicker of movement, but still, nothing.
No figure standing dramatically on a ledge. No mysterious boot prints on the ground. Not even a single cape fluttering in the wind.
Then, Alan’s voice came again, echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"What? You really thought I came here just to throw hands with you?" The voice was smug. Smug enough to kick a pigeon and smile about it.
"Come on, Creed. You think you’re special ’cause you’ve got three paths? Cute. Real cute. But without even a single art, you’re not even enough to warm me up."
Creed raised an eyebrow, scowling. "Says the guy who just launched a cheap sneak attack and dipped."
Alan’s voice chuckled, smooth as chocolate syrup being poured over ice cream.