"Mm." Shaun Faulkner and his group nodded briefly, then glanced at the silver-purple figure before walking into the building.
They knew they couldn't be of any help out here. It was better to go inside and avoid getting in the way.
The Great Elder, walking at the very back, turned and took a long, deep look at the silver-purple figure. He paused for a moment before finally heading inside.
"Make your move. I'd like to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve," Seraphina Ashworth said, a cold glint swirling in her clear eyes, her perfect red lips curling into a bewitching smile.
"AARGH! I'll kill you!" Quentin Faulkner roared maniacally. Veins bulged on the backs of his hands as he lunged toward Seraphina Ashworth.
