"It's… Arachnea!"
Raw chaos. That was probably the only way Rhys could explain what was going on around him right now.
The members of the Cerberus guild seemed like they had already completely forgotten about their guild master, even though he was still pretty much impaled like a whole roasted pig around one of Arachnea's legs.
None of them were even looking at him anymore — granted, you can't save an obviously already dead person.
All of them just started running away like cockroaches being exposed to the light. As for Arachnea, she could not really be bothered in chasing any of them—no. She was also not even looking at them; her eyes, just completely fixated on Rhys as a very small smile started to crawl onto her face.
Rhys thought that something was weird, and as Arachnea started to walk toward him, he finally noticed what it was.
