"How are you feeling, Gavin?" The Commander asked his friend. Gavin lost his brother and his mentor, though the latter was bound to happen at some point, or else Adam Rosa's pitch black wings would swoop down and take mankind at the mercy of his sharp talons. "I do not know, Luken. Death is something that we Slayers embraced long ago, after our Anima cells have awoken, we already knew that Angels and monsters will be our end if we are not careful. I am both empty and sad at the same time, if that makes sense." The Serpent Summoner replied back.
"Yeah. I know. We are going to have to do fill some big shoes, Gavin. I hope you are ready." Luken forced out a confident nod as he glanced at his friend. The pressure that all the remaining top ten Slayers in the rankings had now that the Basilisk Slayer was gone was absolutely hard. "I always am, Luken." Gavin replied back.
