Lexus handed over to Zey the last pouch of dust and everyone slowly opened them. The smell of burnt ceramic wafted in the air and the faeys that directly smelled it would be transported immediately to the dream realm.
Archer who was standing meters away from the candidates, took the pouch with much regards. He couldn't brush off the idea from Kleister about the black onyx being stolen from his magic imbued weapons in the armory.
Vaya was still at large, and the daemons are attacking them without much sense.
'Well, what is a daemon anyway but someone - or something - evil.' He thought to himself. 'They don't need sense to justify their actions.'
Sir Arthur was easily perched over his neck like a little fur scarf for winter, except, they were in the middle of midsummer with ominous weather.
The fat cat pawed at his face and the sapphire blue and golden eyes of Sir Arthur looked at Archer with much calm.
