Hearing that he wanted to show them another gun, the elves exchanged uncertain glances.
They were excited a moment ago, curious about the weapons, eager to see more of what Luca's world had created.
But after witnessing the devastating power of the the pistol—after seeing how such a small thing could tear through wood—they didn't know how to feel anymore.
Excitement warred with fear.
Curiosity battled with dread.
Luca, seemingly oblivious to their internal conflict, stepped toward one of the remaining unopened cases.
This one was different from the others—sturdier, with reinforced corners and a complex locking mechanism.
He knelt beside it, muttering under his breath as he worked the locks.
"At least one of these idiots remembered to set a password..."
Click.
The case sprang open.
Luca reached inside and lifted out a weapon unlike anything they'd seen before.
