After absorbing some of their soul cores, like the other challengers, Aito and his team rested in a corner of the cathedral.
Aito took the first guard shift while the siblings slept near him. It wasn't hobgoblins he was worried about in here, but challengers. His experience on the fourth floor had taught him they could be untrustworthy—not that he had ever trusted any of them, anyway... apart from the siblings.
He decided to take this time to train visualization. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember his fight against the strongest opponent he had ever faced, Gwen.
No matter how hard he tried to find a way to victory, he'd always lose, despite the fight happening in his own mind.
Suddenly, light stepping sounds nearby alerted him. He immediately opened his eyes to see a challenger extending his hand towards the siblings' bags.
His presence seemed to be hidden like some veil covered him. However, that didn't seem to render him soundless.
