Voices of many elders echo out through the pristine halls. Nero's boots clack against the polished floors. Getting closer and closer to the source of the voices.
"The materials used for this building have all come from your comrades' efforts. Parts of their hunts have been incorporated into this building that's why there's a red glean to most of the materials". An elder rings out.
"Least they have some decent pants". Nero mutters to himself, appreciating the one piece of clothing that doesn't stick out like a sore thumb.
"We may all have devils inside us in our own way, however we share the same blood that unites us". Another elder chimes out.
"Sometimes when one isn't enough two is needed. Don't leave your comrades behind, sometimes that's all we have in this world". An important elder says standing tall.
"You won't get support from us until you prove yourselves. This can be done in a variety of ways you have to figure it out". The main elder says.
