Lowering his greatsword to his side, the Jungle Lord looked around him; he was surrounded by six individual masked men.
If Lillian were here, she would've recognised them to be none other than Damien's elite bodyguards, the Bloodhounds.
Just earlier, they were given the orders by Damien to scout out the cause of the massive ruckus. Usually, such orders would've been given to other mages belonging to the Darkhound family, but due to Damien's current ill state, they were the closest ones nearby.
Staring at the Wendigo and glancing at the Salesman, Bloodhound '#3' scratched the side of his head.
"What the hell? How did monsters get in here? Was there an outbreak nearby?" He asked his colleague beside him, as though he knew the answer.
Bloodhound '#4' shrugged, "Maybe it was from a Gatebearer. Naturally occurring gates can't spawn in the Underworld—"
