The tension in the air became as thick as rubber and as suffocating as nuclear gas.
Although everyone was at a standstill, they remained ready to move as swiftly as light if danger presented itself.
"Bastard," Smash grunted.
He was ready to fight. He didn't care if he was facing a godslayer; even if he lost, he would make it a hard fight.
Aro, who was much cooler-headed in situations like this, lowered his arrow and said,
"We are not here to fight you, Velen. Our purpose for being here is him." He pointed at Azrael, lying on the ground.
"Lord Zeus asked for him, and we must obey."
"It's pretty obvious you know why. You know who he is—that's why you want him."
"I don't know if you plan to slay him or not. All I know is, we're taking him. He's our bounty and has a large prize on his head."
Velen remained unfazed, his expression blank. "Let's face the facts: you know I won't give him to you. Let's just battle!"
