Everyone's defensive stance changed to one ready to attack. With no exemptions, their elements were ready to call at a moment's notice.
Suddenly, a fast wind came and was about to attack Chris. Garan quickly manifested ice picks and threw them in a seemingly aimless direction.
Suddenly, a human quickly backed away, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge.
It was a man with a wan body frame, tall, and a pale face, but he looked rather than sickly he looked more like a thin vampire that fed on blood.
"Tsk," he said, wiping the small line of blood on his cheek. The speedster then swiftly moved back—almost teleported—to a direction, where he stood.
At the same time, his new position revealed his companions—no less intimidating than him.
There were three people beside him, each with their own characteristics. "Shame," A feminine voice uttered, making the speedster tut in annoyance.
