The three companions turned their heads and looked at each other. Certainly, all of them wanted to become stronger, and that as quickly as possible. However, if Eiro said that they could die, then he definitely meant it. He wouldn't lie about something like that.
After they gathered a bit of determination, they all looked straight at the demon and in unison nodded their heads, "We're prepared." James spoke for the other two. And he knew that it was the honest truth.
Eiro took a deep breath as he gathered his mana in a spot in his hand. He was manipulating his mana circuits for what was about to happen, since this should make it easier to do, and more importantly, to control.
The Demon took a few steps forward, and pressed his palm on James' chest. As the original leader of this group, he would go first, "I'm sorry about this. It's going to hurt quite a bit."
And just like that, Eiro manipulated the chaos that was naturally swirling around James.
