The silence that followed Pip's proclamation was brief, like the calm before a storm.
The leader of the Apex guild group, a man who identified himself as Doran and sported golden armor that gleamed pretentiously under the Elysium sun, blinked repeatedly, trying to process the sight in front of him.
The initial shock, caused by the oppressive aura emanating from the small creature, was quickly replaced by an expression of pure scorn.
Doran let out a harsh laugh, striking his metal gauntlet against his own chest. "A fairy? You all really have hit rock bottom, haven't you? Being protected by a shiny little keychain with delusions of grandeur! I'll admit, the visual effect of the black armor is interesting, but size still matters in Elysium, sweetheart hahaha."
The other nine members of Apex joined their leader in the laughter.
