In Secret Place
"Eight powerhouses, we have lost eight freaking Grandmasters," Said the old Werewolf on the head chair. It looked at all those sitting around it before stopping its gaze at the end of the table on the frost Chimpman.
"You have promised me the head of Micheal Zaar; where is it, Haszra?" Old Werewolf asked, and even both of them present in the projection form, the Frost Chimpman couldn't help but shudder uncontrollably.
"I…I tried my all, My lord, but that Saraf was too powerful, I could not pass through it to kill that bastard Micheal Zaar," He said with the stuttering voice.
"Hun, you had little thing called brain in that little skull of yours. If you had used it, you should not have wasted so much time talking and let humans have a chance to rescue it," said the old Werewolf with gritted teeth that couldn't but make the Frost Chimpman shudder even further.
