1388 Sometimes It's Best To Let Go

The entire arena was deathly silent, no one spoke a word. Klaus and Reynolds' chattering was the only sound that was heard.

Grey was standing on one side of the arena, not bothered with the dust cloud that his attack on Flint just caused. He looked in the direction of the Old man, he could see not only shock in his eyes, but there was an unbridled rage in them. It was almost as if he wanted to get down to the arena and beat Grey up himself.

'Why's he so edgy? I wonder what his relationship with this guy is. He seems to hate me. Could he be a necromancer?'

A lot of questions ran through Grey's head as he saw the man's face. The man could barely hide his rage. The only reason Grey wasn't afraid was not because of the fact that the powerhouses from the Phoenix Faction were present, it was due to the fact that even though he was sensing some sort of hostility from the Old man, there was not even a single atom of killing intent.