The death of their subordinate drove a wedge of horror through their expressions, and it was just so satisfying to watch.
Meanwhile, Maggie turned and looked at Cressida, who still stood almost lifelessly. It was insane. The members of the elite team of the Manhattan Trade Center had been fighting the Black Snow, and they were without a single scar or wound, not even a scratch. The gap between these people and the Black Snow wasn't just wide, it was a chasm.
'And they took the job? And still Levi didn't come along, and then that guy was giving me some nonsensical speech about trusting us?'
I was infuriated at their carefreeness as a group, and what really bothered me was how exactly this would have gone if I was not here. Why exactly had Levi not come with them?
Although, I saw Nisha defeating these people, but at the same time, even she had fallen prey to mental assault, and here we were.
