At the sudden shout, everyone's movements and words stopped.
Asmodeus, however, couldn't stop his lips from curling upward; a strange heat spread through his chest as his heart pumped faster. He wanted to see the enemy, to crush them, destroy them, and rip them apart.
After using Sanguine Devastation, this state lingered.
A heightened sense of emotion, desire and need for more combat.
Brando grabbed the map from the table and rolled it under his arm, his earlier awkwardness vanishing as if someone had sliced it away like bread.
"Logan, we need to move! Hurry and bring the Kraken's online."
"R-Right!"
The old dwarf glanced at Asmodeus before he rushed the cheap cabin rattle even harder. He didn't seem to feel it. His eyes shone with terror, excitement and the desperate pride of a man whose creation was about to be tested.
Alan pushed himself from the table with one hand.
"Brother, I'll go to the defensive barrier line."
Asmodeus glanced at him.
