Inside a small cozy room with warm, muted colors on the walls, soft lighting, and comfortable furnishings, Manananggal and his partners sat silently near a fireplace.
The room might emit a warm and inviting atmosphere, but those three's cold expressions negated it.
"What do we do now?" Saurous broke the silence with an icy tone, "We can't let things end this way."
"He is right." Wendigo stressed, "All of our strongest descendants have been taken out in this war. In other words, our presence in the games has been completely killed off."
Nothing was worse than this...They knew that all of their future games were never going to be entertaining anymore when they knew that an Asgardian had conquered their strongest players.
"What do you think?" Saurous addressed Manananggal, "You have been awfully quiet. Are you considering reviving Alina?"
Manananggal looked at them and said calmly, "No, I have no need for useless trash."
