Rielen looked confused. "A princess of magic?" Eon pulled her closer to him. "And you are planning on making her do more impossible tasks. Is that right?" Eon questioned the god. Smirking Edite answered, "And you are what we call the guard."
The phrase sounded familiar to him. Like he had heard it in a bloody landscape a long time ago. "I am very impressed with the spirit that found you two. You will both join my Soaring Sky Sect and I will allow you the opportunity to get back at the ones who wish to use your world for their own ends."
"Do you mean that?" Eon asked roughly. "Yes, in fact you would be doing me a favor. As a princess of magic she is entitled to everything I can offer, but she must earn the right herself. My hands are tied in this manner." Edite said putting his hands up.
