As Grey left, he felt several gazes on his back, not the least intense of which were the ones shared by the disciples of the guardians. They had just come to casually watch, but this was the last result they expected.
Lloron wasn't really all that surprised. He had tried to warn them that there was something particularly wild and unbridled about Grey. He was the sort of existence that made him feel a little bit of fear.
He could still remember how Grey had howled and leapt into the pit of Old Ones without a second thought. It was like he didn't care for his life and death at all.
But the others… that was a different matter entirely.
The juggernaut wannabe in particular looked like he wanted to fight right this moment, his domed helm pulsing with light that radiated out from his eyes. However, he didn't go, not because he feared Grey, or even for something as silly as "fairness" either.
