Drakon's Vision

Michael opened his fist, pouring the sand in his hand slowly to the ground.

'Who are those people?'

Drakon asked with killing intent. If it wasn't for Michael's quick thinking, they would have been the ones lying on their pool of blood, not the Blood Hand Guild.

"I have a feeling we'll meet them again." Michael turned to the bodies. "Poor John."

'Wait! Did you just call this encounter 'Meet'? They almost killed you... No us!! When I see them again, I will make sure to cook every single bone in their bodies to ash!!'

Michael turned to Drakon with a strange expression on his face. "Why are you so excited? We should think on how to get stronger at the moment, then... We'll be the ones going after them."

Drakon remained silent.

"Now, Burn all these Bodies to ash, we don't want it to cause a commotion."

Drakon nodded and flew into the air, releasing dark flames on the bodies.

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'Does he have a family? I mean john.'