"As you can see, I have no choice but to accept your offer." Erion said. "My Council betrayed me, your Council destroyed my dreams, and I'm eager to even the score. Does this answer your question?"
"No one asked you the story of your life." Jorl sneered back. "You sure talk a lot for a Lesser Worm."
"How did you call me?" The Jormungandr's eyes burst with bright violet light.
"You heard me." Despite his weaker deep violet mana, Jorl overwhelmed Erion with his killing intent. "I wonder what's wrong with the water of all continents but Garlen. How can you losers around Mogar so easily forget what happens when your pathetic kind faces a Griffon?"
"Enough." Orpal stood between the two. "I can't believe this is happening again. This guy may be an asshole, but so are you, Locus. Adding one more to our team is not a problem."
Jorl noticed the improvised fake name and felt one of his rare tinges of appreciation for Orpal.
