The silence that followed was filled with shock, as if some of them couldn't believe Atrox was saying something like that.
Dlodus smirked and leaned back in his seat, his eyes gleaming with glee as if he'd been presented with some kind of entertainment.
The leader of the Forsaken Tribes said nothing, his face a mask of rigidity.
Serdan looked uncharacteristically sober today, her deep green eyes watching Atrox carefully.
But it was the representative of the dead teams that flared up.
Gravemor, the Vice of Fell, stood up and jabbed his finger forward, his eyes glaring venomously. "You! You dare to play tricks and ambush Fell! How dare you!"
Atrox raised his brows. "That's new."
The man ignored him and continued, his words dripping with bitterness. "How else would you have killed a rank 3? I was away all this time, and that was the reason you were able to do what you did! If I, Gravemor, was there, then you wouldn't have had the chance. You sneaky bastard."
