"Zein, I feel like erecting a temple on your name," Han Shin clasped his hand as a section of the tree wall twisted to create an entrance—or rather, an exit.
Zein took his hand off the tree while muttering coldly. "No thanks," Han Shin had been all over him ever since Zein told them about the other shard and the probability of taking it.
Of course, he didn't tell them about the one-sided conversation with Setnath or that the vestige told him he was a fragment—whatever that means.
"Hmm, yeah, it'll be a hassle to take care of it," the healer nodded, and then slammed his hand into his palm. "What about naming a street after you? We'll get the right to manage the land once we're done with the reclamation, so—"
"Please don't."
"A building?"
"No need."
"Heung~"
Zein rolled his eyes and ignored the healer's whine, telling everyone to walk through the exit. As usual, Bassena went out first, and the esper lowered his face to whisper in Zein's ear before he passed the threshold.
