"Seven, it is better than I had imagined," said the old Werewolf with a big smile as he saw the seven blood-red Grimms sitting on their seats.
The seven are truly out of its expectations; even the provider had said that getting five from nine potions would be great luck, but now they have got the seven, it will make things even more easier.
"With them, we will be able to wipe out humans. Our struggle of more than ten thousand years will finally succeed," said Shael, and every Grimm sitting in the chair nodded with affirmation because, with these seven, the humans would stand no chance.
"You all can come in," old Rhaek said to the shock of all Grimms; another group walked in, each one having an aura of Grand Lords.
"Even if those bitches, Hawthorn and Roosevelt, came back, we will bury them in the ground as well," said Chanf, and nobody objected to his statement.
