A name I hadn't heard jumped out at me, so I asked reflexively. "Who?"
Zach said with an exaggerated expression on his face. His eyes turned sharp as he snapped his fingers, invoking death resonance. Souls covered the area around us like a cage muting the outside world.
"In short, David owes Xander. It is partly David's fault that Xander created the Saviors. Touching the Saviors means coming into conflict with Xander. We are in a difficult time. David cannot be distracted by such trivialities."
Hearing such an explanation, I couldn't contain my contempt.
"So the bastard got a pass because he helped a Revenant in his old life? How many people had to die every day for that favor of his?"
"Look bastard, it is much more complicated than that! If you just followed the rules, this wouldn't even be an issue! I am your superior, so listen to me, damn it!"
"What rules?" I asked in confusion.
