Novel & Cerita Viper Sans

The crew, who had looked over at the noise, quickly looked away. Tristan slumped against the rail, looking defeated. "I am the Viper," he whispered. "I rely on precision. Secrets. Lies. This..." He gestured to the sparking air around him. "This is loud. It’s messy. It’s everything I hate." He looked at her. "And it’s yours. It’s your nature. Fire and blood. I don't know how to be a dragon, Saoirse. I only know how to be a snake." Saoirse stepped closer. She boxed him in against the rail.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Blood dripped onto the table as his voice thundered. “How did they get back on their feet so quickly?” he snarled, his fiery eyes locking onto the man before him, Vasyl "The Viper", a notorious figure in the Khalidan underworld. “ Vasyl, you assured me you had everything under control. You promised me they’d crumble!”

For a second, nothing happened. Then faint lines started appearing under her touch. Like ink waking up beneath paint. My breath caught. “Okay… that’s not normal.” “Normal doesn’t exist here honey,” she said. The lines spread slowly, forming patterns I didn’t understand… circles, symbols, intersecting shapes that made my head feel strange just looking at them too long. Cairos stepped closer, watching them with a tight expression. “They’re fading faster than expected.” Anna nodded. “That thing upstairs wasn’t supposed to manifest like that.”

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.