Corym, Aien, Durlan, Aeson, Fenian, Nym, Arel, Aias, Elas, Alok, Triandal, Galan, Sinion, Kirion, Gaelin, Halamar, Zeno, Beluar, Kolvar, Reptar, Wyrran, Elre, Laeroth, Theodre, and Beldroth… they were the names of all members of Zaos's squad. Half of those names were the names of the recruits that died trying to protect Krisaldia. So, Zaos couldn't even recall who they looked like, but the others… he remembered them pretty well. Who was the tallest, the fastest, the shortest, the strongest, the crybaby, the funniest… he knew them pretty well. Although he knew that, Zaos only called them by their names on rare occasions because he wanted to keep a certain distance from them. He did his best to train them, and with that in mind, he assumed that he wouldn't feel responsible for their deaths if they die. Zaos couldn't be more wrong…
"Is that so…" Zaos said with a blank expression on his face.
