If Creed was furious before, now he was a nuclear reactor of pure rage. His blood boiled so hard it was a miracle steam wasn't shooting out of his ears like a broken teapot.
His eye twitched violently as he stared after the shadowy figure slipping away with his Dominion Key; the key he had risked life and limb, sting and sweat, genius and grit to get!
But to make things even worse, Creed wasn't the only one ready to throw hands and start World War Three.
No, Tierra and Lilith were also completely losing it.
Both girls had their hands clenched into fists so tight their knuckles turned white, their faces locked into matching expressions of pure outrage.
Lilith's scythe sparked dangerously with wild, crackling lightning, while Tierra's body seemed to shimmer, space itself bending and groaning around her.
