Flaxseed followed Jared's line of sight. "Waiting for a bigger fish?"
"No way the Eighth Hall sent only those weaklings," Jared said as he sheathed his sword. "But first..."
He suddenly spun around and pointed his blade at an empty spot in the air. "Enjoyed the show?"
The dimension rippled. A figure emerged wearing a bronze mask.
Eight emerald tokens hung from his belt, each engraved with a vicious beast.
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