Arc 2, Chapter 104 —Potchmay's Cruelty
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What an intense atmosphere.
The air grew thick with the promise of violence;
Potchmay… Potchmay… Potchmay…
A few Bloodren 9's muttered in relish, recalling their earlier time spent with him a year back.
Delweather's eyes flickered thoughtfully when staring at Potchmay's fading silhouette. "These Bloodren 10s don't know it, but living in the same quarters with this guy, means dancing with death."
"Hmph," Cerine seated below Delweather, hummed arrogantly. "Smelly Farm Boy. I think you and your meat head friends are forgetting one little thing…. These Bloodrens 10s are NOT your everyday newbies."
The shock she has received today was far greater than she anticipated.
With her hands crossed against her arms, no one could see how much her fingers were shivering.
Not from cold, not from fear, but from raw excitement, thrill, and shock.
