Gnashing her teeth, Kresi scratches the dry ground, fisting the dirt in rage, lifting her head to look daggers at him. If looks could kill, Aren should have dropped dead long ago.
He meets her gaze quietly, seemingly unperturbed.
They stare at each other while the spirit beasts stare at them. The breaths are held. The tension in the air is so thick that their reptilian hearts are suffocating. All the spirit beasts, except one, have one question in their mind: what will Kresi do?
"I won," Mogrok smirks, breaking the silence. "Hand me the money."
"You seemed to be sure that he would win." One spirit beast squints his quartet orange eyes at him. His tone turns dry. "To bet so high on the chosen one…"
"I gave him that idea." Mogrok lets out a low chuckle. "I knew that it would take her off guard."
"You, sneak!" The second spirit beast growls darkly, "I lost my money because of you."
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