Time passed as Ossa picked all the cores from the dead wasp present.
" That was a good harvest , " He thought to himself, his gaze now on the corpses of the warriors.
Upon noticing their emblems , he felt an unexplainable rage bubbling in his soul, his eyes erupting in reaction to his rage.
" Mors...I've been meaning to ask...are these the same people who caused the demise of master Francesco " He inquired, a bit calmed yet the unexplainable rage remained in his soul.
[ Yes ]
" Got it, I guess they are all my enemies " He thought, his rage now under control.
[...]
He got down on one knee, his fingers tracing the emblem an iron cladded warrior." I wanted an armor but I don't want to wear any thing worn by these vermin " He said getting back to his feet.
[ Host If I may, you should at least take their accessories, the bracelets would come in handy]
" Oh ... Ok " Caught of guard, Ossa responded.
