"Expecting someone?" Orros muttered, cracking his neck as a distasteful expression colored his face.
He was starting to get a little tired of being interrupted. But as he heard the new arrival's words, his figure suddenly paused as his brows arched, a thoughtful look on his face.
So Greyson had a plan all along. The thought caused his face to drop. And if that wasn't enough, what kind of figure was enough to paint his face with assurance?
Another C-rank being? A peak D-rank being at least? A powerhouse he hadn't planned for!?
As his thoughts spiraled, a tinge of fear crept onto his face as his heart thudded rapidly while he tried to calm himself.
"No... no... it can't be," he muttered repeatedly as he went through the feasibility of it all at the back of his head.
There were few powerhouses in Tempest City capable of posing a threat to him. And of all of them, he doubted any would want to make an enemy of him just to save off a dying figure.
