Chapter 643
"So tell us, who should get the slots, Alba?" Judy asked quietly, her shy voice carrying through the room as every gaze shifted to the clan leader.
'Damn it. How do I choose without making it seem like I'm being biased?' Alba wondered as she rubbed her forehead, her fingers pressing into her skin while everyone waited, watching her every move.
'Right now, I have to remove myself from the selection. I can get my own weapon later. I'm already strong enough for now, so the slots should go to those who will gain the most from it.'
Grey sat back and studied the tension building around the table, his eyes drifting from face to face.
'Funny thing is, even I don't know how strong a modified weapon will be. It could turn out amazing or complete garbage. It all comes down to luck.
