Inside the red fog of the Ivory Veil, Talon felt the strength seep into his muscles, but he was not satisfied by the strength that he gained from it.
He needed more, way more.
'God damn bastards!' Cursed Talon almost broke out of him a bloody scream from the rage as he saw John crash into the wall.
' I can't let them reach John, if they do, they are going to kill him.' He was panicking, but the panic was weak against the rage, the silent, cold rage that burned with blood like flames.
He felt the presence of the two beasts behind him, the Ebony Deer looked at him with hallow eyes that still felt like they were supporting Talon, they were full of wrath that seemed to resonate with Talon.
The same rage that he felt.
On the other hand, the serpent had another look in his eyes, the look of an undying will, eyes that were not ready to give up fighting, and they were not going to give up on that.
