Chapitre 803: His Only Option

The large wings unfurled from around Geminae, pushing away the mercs who had started moving toward him again.

Geminae looked around the room and mentally clicked his tongue.

'Mortals… Always so violent. If I weren't tied to this one, I would eradicate these fools for ruffling my feathers…' he thought.

He was about to jump up and fly out of there when a handfull of wet coughs caught his attention.

Slowly walking toward the sound, Geminae's feet were crunching on broken glass and pieces of furniture as he walked past a desk and found the source.

In a puddle of his own blood, one man was looking at him with fear as death was creeping up on him. His eyes already had trouble staying open.

Geminae clicked his tongue, this time audibly, before looking up at the speaker the voice had come out of again.

"This is the result of your violent action. You almost killed one of your own. Have you no remorse? Have you no conscience?"