The silence that weighed in the ventilation duct was heavy ... suffocating.
Each of us held our breath, the gaze fixed on the repugnant scene below. The groans, the sadistic laughter, the casualness of Darius ...
This was enough to make the most hardened teeth cringe.
I turned my head gently to Reinhardt, then to Selene. Both were waiting for my signal. Varnov, behind, was already caught on guard of his weapon, and his men, camouflaged behind him, had nothing more than the casual tone before.
They were ready.
Me too.
Without a word, I threw my heel into the metal grid.
"It's now."
The metal yielded in a smashing noise, and we fell into the room below, in a rain of dust and anger.
I straightened up first, sword abyssion in hand, followed by Reinhardt whose aura became a golden sparkle, then of Selene, his cold look and calculator.
Varnov and his mercenaries surrounded the play quickly, in training.
