"I expected more."
Ricky annoyingly said, his eyes narrowing as he looked past the Bulltors, searching for a familiar silhouette. "When is John coming here? We desperately need him to destroy the den. These numbers are getting out of control."
"He is finishing the last touches at the northern territory," the long-haired Bulltor, whose name was Darge, said with a low, vibrating rumble in his chest. He looked back toward the fog and then at the massive pile of scrap before him. "Your human leader… He is scary! I have never seen anyone who can bring one miracle after another like him."
"Hahaha! Tell me about it, hahaha!"
Hearing those words, a genuine admission of fear and respect from a Bulltor, one of the Twelve, made Elena break out in a fit of cheerful, almost hysterical laughter. It was the sound of pure relief.
