Chapter 677 - Servitude or death?
"[Reptilian] Now then…" The hooded robust figure raised its attention to the now lonesome little draconic skink thug boss. A smirk emerged in his hidden expression as he looked at his small, fragile and shivering, trembling stature. "Care to tell us what we should do with you?"
Just as the sole survivor, who somehow was granted this unexpected mercy and his blood still coursed inside his veins rather than joining the growing pond of vermilion that gradually claimed more and more of the surrounding territory of its own, submerging the unholy mixture of hardened rock and dry soil.
The helpless skink trembled with fright, his orange scales turned several gradients brighter as more and more of his blood accumulated around his rapidly pulsating heart and small crystal core.