Chapitre 91: The Black Cat, Part Twenty-Six

Others slowly began filing into the blue safe zone.

Naturally, one of Dylan's goons moved to strike Zenith down, only for his sword to bounce off Zenith's head harmlessly.

"H-Hey, what's the matter!?" One guy asked Tamira. "Why can't we fight?"

"Are you so desperate to do so?" Tamira asked, teasingly. "Come on! Aren't you all here to cooperate and work together?"

Those words hung in the air like a bad joke. Tamira giggled to herself, all the same, her snake-like eyes passing over everyone once or twice.

"Let's wait for the others. In the meantime, please, by all means, get to know one another. Learn about each other. Make some conversation. Buy some wine. Or don't," she giggled again, "you'll have a lot of time to do that pretty soon."

And, on that cryptic note, Tamira popped out of existence as she usually did.

Silence.