“I got my eye on the walking creep show,” Raiden told me, his gaze on Purah. “You can take the sparkly one.” “Sparkly?” Vepar scoffed. He knelt on the branch and rested his sword on his shoulder. The weapon was completely white, from the hilt to the tip of the blade, and it emitted a low vibration, as if it was electrically charged. “I prefer the term ethereal.” “Sucks to be you, then, Sparkles,” Raiden said. “’Cause I don’t know what that means.” Castor barked out a laugh before stifling it. “Goddammit, Ray.”
