Chapter 3: To fool
Kaedros’s eyes were still leaking salty water when the new group of Hunters arrived. He heard as their own flying ship, one in good condition, buzzed close and hooked to his own ship opening.
And a team came in.
This team was different.
Stronger.
Two mages, a Healer, and an assassin.
Kaedros sharp senses scanned them with practiced ease. They were better equipped and more cautious than the last group, but no more dangerous than others he had killed, they were even more dangerous.
Still, this time he wasn’t going to fight, hot in this form when he wasn’t used to it after his reincarnation.
The short male mage at the front suddenly stopped, his eyes went wide as he saw the slaughter in the room.
"See, look at Jarek’s team," he whispered.
The rest followed his gaze, and went still. Torn limbs and broken bodies lay scattered like rag dolls across the chamber floor, blood staining the cracked wooden ground. The air still stank of scorched flesh.
Just death. Too much death.
"That’s what they get," muttered the second mage, a tall blonde woman gripping a rune-etched wand. "Overconfident fools."