Altair veered to the right in a slow, cohesive symmetry to Syris on his left, their arms pressed against the hilt of their blades, poised for combat. Their eyes seeking to peer through the formless mist, obscuring their vision.
"What is it you want with us?"
"Cain asked that I free you from my bonds. Though I wonder if I should."
"Cain being your Master?"
Altair must have said something amusing, for Azura's voice hummed lightly across his ear. "I possess no Master, child. Cain and I merely see eye to eye on many affairs. You two are not one of them." she snapped her finger, conjuring three chairs from out of the mist, making herself at home."The First Child of Soloman and a Young Man whose body and soul strive to connect into the Realm of Spirits. What a catch. Few who leave my Lake do so Defiled. And you two have not been so lucky."
"How do you know that?" Said Syris, leaning forward to strike.
