Tamer

Its mood plummeted.

These were just ants, after all. What would killing them prove?

Nothing at all.

Its head drooped down to the ground again. It caught Sylas' unconscious form out of the corner of its eye, and it was taken aback. How had this monster ended up like this?

It could remember every punch Sylas had thrown, but more than that… it could remember his eyes.

They flickered with a calm light probably even he wasn't aware of. There was never panic, never fear, and most importantly to the Basilisk King… there was never rage. Nothing could move him from his center of calm.

Should it kill him now?

Its lowered head slowly raised from the grassy ground, looming over Sylas. It completely turned its back to Garrick, not caring about his existence in the slightest.

Garrick didn't even dare to make a sound. In fact, when he saw the Basilisk King turn, he immediately did the same, rushing away at his fastest possible Speed.