But Hakki, the Fifth Spirit of Hunting could not be any more wrong in his hopes. He noticed Jormungandr's presence suddenly appearing out of nowhere. "You never should have come here, Jorm." Hakki said to himself.
By the time that the two of them had seen each other face to face, there was a palpable amount of tension and dread that was swirling around in the air afterwards.
The two of them stood off like they were cowboys in the western setting back in the day. "What are you supposed to be doing here, Jorm?" Hakki asked him.
A wide smile was opened up by Jormungandr, the Sixth Spirit of the Serpent's face as he stared at Hakki's face. "You know, that is a very funny question coming from someone like you, Hakki. For all I know, I could ask you the same thing as well." He replied back. "So, what the fuck are you doing here, then, Hakki?" He confronted the Fifth Spirit of Hunting afterwards as he asked that.
