"Zeke. I know that you're happy that we have another talented Tier 3 apart from you in the group, but have you forgotten that we have a mission?"
Corey watched the woman with the blood-red overcoat as she stepped forward with her spear balanced lazily on her shoulder.
Her auburn eyes flicked between him and the man she'd just called Zeke.
"Don't scare off the newbie before we even get to Whispergrove," she added, voice dry.
Zeke smirked but didn't look away from Corey.
"I'm just testing the waters."
Corey responded flatly, "You'll drown if you keep swimming in the wrong direction."
The room fell silent for a second again.
Then Myra, the spear user in a blood-red overcoat let out a low chuckle, dragging the butt of her cigarette against her gauntlet before flicking it away. "Well, at least you're not boring like the captain or our prince of death."
Corey glanced at the kid whose expression was one of utter indifference and coldness.
