Reality shifted; the Shadow Realm switched for the Overworld. Only a few hours ago, a battle of epic proportions devastated the landscape. Instead of returning, Lilith thought it best to have Draconis and Saniata remain, the training would be harsher.
"We finally meet," said Igna sat on the stairs.
"Master, please be kind and remove thy shoes in thy room?"
"Just for once," he leaned back towards the corridor, "-Asmodeus and Kul, you two, head to the basement right away."
"I'm going to sleep," said Aceline, her long legs swiftly stride across.
"-Aceline, wait," her steps slowed, the trio nodded and left.
"Are you irritated?" he approached gently as to not wake a bear.
"OBVIOUSLY," she snapped, "-I WAS NEARLY KILLED!"
"Didn't Éclair save you?"
"Save me?" her eyes narrowed, "-the images of him being shot in the face while protecting me is called saving?"
