"Fifth brother," Hendrix heard a slightly deep voice call him from behind. Despite the owner's attempt to conceal it, a hint of malice found its way into the voice.
Hendrix knew this voice too well. However, he didn't turn right away. From the crude pipes in his mask, he inhaled sharply as though he were inhaling the lingering scent of blood in the air. Though Leon and his teammates had already been teleported from the mysterious realm, the remnants of blood still lingered.
Though these humans are stupid at times, I must say they're talented, Hendrix thought, a brief gleam of fascination crossing his eyes at how the runesmiths had managed to create such a vivid realm. The next moment, his expression darkened. The fascination was soon replaced by regret.
Too bad it wasn't real... that would've been more fun.
