Bab 99: We want all of them!

The three men quickly ran towards Arianne. Their faces are full of worries.

"Magnus, this base of yours is shitty. Did you cut off the construction's budget?" Dante hollered amidst the loud sounds of traditional musical instruments playing in the background. "And who is retarded enough to do a performance in the midst of an earthquake?" he added. Annoyance was evident between his brows.

Magnus pursed his lips and didn't have the time to entertain Dante's criticism. All kinds of thoughts rushed to his head, whether it was mutant plants, zombie and beast tides, or a natural disaster. Other than that, he couldn't think of anything else.

Even though her body was sore, she did her best to get off the bed. The moment her feet landed on the floor, she swayed. The innate recovery skill of the supernaturalist wasn't able to heal every trace from last night. She couldn't help but curse the blonde's excessive stamina in her head. "Ryett!"