In the wreckage of what was once a splendid mansion that would have made him jealous of the owner of said mention in the past, Adam was sitting quietly on the throne-like sofa, the only available furniture that was not destroyed during the explosion that swept away the very existence of the opulent mansion.
All the remaining hunters who he had decided to spare on a whim were kneeling in front of him with their heads low.
As for Eric, he was currently floating in the air with a vice-like grip around his neck made using his telekinetic abilities. The grip lodged around his neck was so tight that it only gave him enough room to breathe, albeit with extreme difficulty.
