Your own kind

The Cursed group were standing on top of a large sand dune. In the distance, they were able to see the fighting that was still ongoing at this very moment. The participants didn't seem to notice their presence, either because the group was too far away, or because they were forced to fully concentrate on their opponent.

The fight was heating up with every passing second, and large explosions of power were being released one after another. The Cursed group was still within a distance that allowed them to smell the blood coming off Hilston and the Dalki, at least those that were vampires.

They had been standing there for a while now and had witnessed Hilston get the upper hand over Slicer due to his Demon tier armour's active skill.

"That skill is so strong, I wonder what it would do to my strings?" Fex wondered.

"I could just walk through it, it's the hard armor that I'm impressed with." Peter replied.

Hearing this, Pai couldn't help but laugh at the two of them.