-Grim Reapers- Chapter 8 A few days after the battle, Nameless went to Otto for a quick chat. He found the young sliver snake resting, with a long scratch along his side, and watching the slaves below. “How are you, Otto?” The drake grumbled. The basilisk turned his head slowly and growled, “Fine, but I wish I could see Loki again.” “She’s still in the medical wing, recovering from her surgery.” Nameless hissed, slightly annoyed. “Anyway, I have a question for you: Do you want to switch roles, or are you happy with your position as Warden?” Otto drew himself up to his full height, but before he could say anything, an earthquake shook Aberration and chunks of the ceiling fell. “Really?” The snake yelled, above the noise. “That’s the worst you can do, world?! Well, do better!” The drake calculated how long the quake would last, but didn’t tell Otto. After the earthquake ceased, Nameless looked at the Warden. “No, Dracius, I like being Warden.” Otto slithered back to his crevice and hissed delightfully as the mattress creaked and bent. “Have you found that reaper yet?” “No, basilisk, I have not, but when I do….” “Well, did you hear that he’s traveling with Spinenefrus, your ally, and is now at the festival?” The rock drake shot up, enraged, and roared, “WHY WOULD THAT SPINO TRADE A TRIBE THAT LOVES HIM FOR A STUPID REAPER WHO CAN’T EVEN USE HIS BARB?!!” Otto sighed and growled. “I don’t know, but I need rest, so please go away.” Nameless growled and stalked off, wanting to rip someone’s throat out. 5 happy votes and ninth is out on Shinehorn. 7th on Yuty and 1st on reaper. Note: This story is based on ASA, and they are currently on Aberration, but will be moved to The Island.