"You two are screwed," the voice came from none other than a burly young man wielding a gigantic flaming sword, as a group of five tightly surrounded just two people: Nova and Raymond.
"Bro, what the hell? We're supposed to be fighting the abyssal creatures. Why are you gathering on us? Just what do you gain from this?" Raymond's angered voice resonated as the group of seven surrounding them laughed sinisterly.
"You know, we don't have much grudge on you at all. After all, we don't even come from the city, so how can we have met with you? What we are is just one word: jealous," the burly boy who goes by the name Vos said out loud, his goons also laughing loudly.
"Jealous? Just what do we have that you don't also have? I can agree our stomach is not as big as yours, but shouldn't we be the ones to be jealous of that?" Raymond asked, the face of Vox changing massively and even the goons displaying horror in their eyes.
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