"Are you sure about this?"
The hooded granny was staring at the couple in concern. The man and woman glanced at each other, and then nodded determinedly.
"Michael Porter is pushing our forces back hard. We did not expect him to have a Soul Beast of his own."
"It's only to be expected," the granny replied to the man's somber statement with a bow of her head. "The Porter clan was always the guardians of the south, the great family that embodied the Vermillion Phoenix. Many of its most famous scions are well known for materializing the Vermillion Phoenix as their Soul Beast."
"Daddy! Mommy! Please don't go!"
A young boy clung to the man while gripping the fabric of the woman's black skinsuit. The couple exchanged a glance, then the father knelt down to place a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Don't be like this, Hades. We already told you that we need to go."
