As soon as the words left his mouth, the air went dead silent. No one said a thing—they all just turned to look at Chris in perfect sync.
"Wait... why are you all looking at me like that?" Chris blinked, eyes wide.
Brandon shrugged. "Whoever brought it up should go."
Chris panicked. "W-Wait, hold on! Uncle Chris here's getting up there in years, my knees aren't what they used to be. Plus, you know, you can control blood—this is right up your alley!"
Brandon raised an eyebrow. "Controlling blood over that kind of distance? That'd drain a ton of energy. I'm one of the main fighters here—I'd rather save my strength to kill more monsters."
Chris: "..."
Ethan chimed in after a moment, "Let's not worry about it now. Someone'll end up doing it when the time comes."
"Fair enough," the group nodded in agreement.
Chris muttered to himself, Yeah, someone will... just please don't let it be me.
