Chương 17: Inside the art

Snow Valley 

Outskirt of LA city 

"A puny fly got in the way? What were you doing to lose face pathetically?" a deep voice bearing authoritative tone questioned in the presence of complete silence. His body lying on the blood sleek couch, relaxed. Holding a sharp pen throwing glitters with every punitive round on those fingers, a circle within which lied a snake image glowing black on his hand. 

In front of his dark eyes was a man on his knees. He hid his tremoring hands well and bowed, "During the reunion with my classmates, heroes and guides got their quick as I let the monster loose. It was slow in eating the body so the mission failed, master. They arrived before any further body can be occupied. It's all my fault, I should've looked for a better place for the Gradir spread."