Inside Dagon's cabin in the death realm, Eìrik sat on the side of the bloodied bed as he watched closely with wide eyes. Beside him, Chaos floated as they conversed in hushed tones.
Near the railings, Dragon watched with a fearful expression as she didn't know what to do or expect from the power surge that was coming out of Maxwell. On the other side of the room, Aya stood with a smile on her face as she thought of all the power Maxwell would accumulate once he comes out of this alive and intact.
Knock! Knock!
Two knocks were heard before the door downstairs opened and a group of people with suffocating auras entered with weapons ready. Only one of them, a young lady with jet black hair and totally black eyes had her hands behind her.
Around the loose clothes she wore, a light black fog surrounded her like some kind of armor. She was the only one brave enough to jump directly to where Dagon was to see what was happening.
