'Fucking bastard, once I deal with this bitch, I will kill you with my own hands!' It was cursing loudly in its mind.
It had been a few minutes since the Shael disappeared, killed would be a better word since nobody who had been killed by Zaar had ever come back.
Hun!
It was cursing while fighting old women when suddenly its eyes lit up as a projection of a thing shining appeared in front of it.
For the first time since Shael died, it had smiled.
It had been feeling angry at its death, feeling it might need to itself need to go to Zaar to kill it, but now, it might not need to go, as the final batch had arrived.
The final batch that came out of the thing is always the most powerful, with a few of them being the peak Grand Lords. There are some very promising had gone there, especially three from its tribe.
