The Hunt (14)

"Come here." He ordered. The demonic aura he was emitting completely disappeared.

But not one of the five dared to run away, nor did they try to fight. Because from what they had experienced the last two hours, they would rather commit suicide.

Four of them were before him in no time. The long haired archer, Sven climbed down and jogged before assembling with them.

"Harry Sol, Avila Greud, Cynthia Rose, Rave Heckler, and Sven Gaze." He scanned through the five.

Everyone shuddered when their eyes contacted his abyssal ones. Even Harry Sol, the bravest and the most arrogant of them all, was not an exception.

"Did you think that you can just make a grand plan of killing half of us confederation students and get away with it?"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Rave Heckler, the pale faced young man opened his mouth. "Do you think the Empire will let you-"

"Shut up!" Harry Sol, their leader bellowed.