"Brat, I'm being serious here. If you dare kill Hrook, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life," the voice resounded when a couple more echoed along.
It was apparent that the immortals were transmitting their voices from above since they couldn't interfere personally.
"Then, why don't you convince Hrook to stop attacking me?" Krune said while pointing at Hrook charging at him with a crazed expression. "This is war! Do you expect me to chat him up while he's trying to kill me?"
All the voices turned silent, unable to refute. After all, Krune didn't even care about their threats while he countered their persuasions with grounded logic. So, they were at a loss for words.
Suddenly, an ethereal voice filled with grace said in response, "Krune, was it? Name a price for allowing Hrook to kill you. We'll complete the transaction."
