But Ned did not need an answer anymore. The moment the blue aura melted the skin of the hunters, leaving the puppets and the naked figures untouched, he knew.
He tried arranging and sewing the details. He lowered his head. "Now," he whispered. "She'll be added to my list."
[Affirmative.]
In his display, ICE created a list of Ned's kill list. To be killed, or to be disposed of. Ned does not care how ICE did it. He was determined, even eager. From the list, ICE added Anjenette below Teklavit, putting the Tailor below her, vanished it in a folder, and hid it somewhere in the system.
Ned's blue eyes brightened, like a clear sky brightly lit by the morning sun. His eyes locked at the Diamond Rank Hunter. The line of his muscles appeared on his forehead and the sides of his jaw.
The Tailor scoffed, and could not be bothered to answer Ned. The Werelion did the same, still grinning at the sight before them.
