Chapter 12: The Walking Flare and the Special Reaper
"Captain, that big guy seems to know you." Although far away in the sky, Ian could see that the three enemies were talking about them. Their gestures and body language gave them away.
Barseagle sighed. "Honestly, we're in serious trouble."
"How serious?" Ian asked with a dignified expression and a deep tone.
"Let's say, I'm ready to sacrifice myself for the Blood Realm. This is my last contribution to our race."
As casually as he tries to say this, Barseagle couldn't hide the weight of his tone.
"That serious!? Shit!" Panicked took over Daniel's face. His countenance paled. "Just who is he!?"
Liz and Kate held each other, their eyes rested on Barseagle.
Barseagle took a deep look at Garry that encompassed the red sky with his figure alone. The dark clouds acted as a background to his silhouette and gave his aura an added gloomy feeling.
Just like that, the three covered some distance to the point that they could see and talk with each other more clearly.
"You're rulers don't know the seriousness of the situation it seems." Garry's deep voice echoed as he took the team 7's lineup, regarding them with disdain. "And because of their incompetence, they're about to lose an entire team." His voice dripped with sarcasm, taking his time to criticize the rulers of the vampire race.
Garry looked at Barseagle eagerly. 'To think that the time will come when someone of his name will fall under my hands."