Arion skids his back feet on the mountain's rough landscape as his leather boots scrape and burn against the ground before coming to a standstill, his Serpent Noctura slithering around him.
"Everyone, go after the fleeing bandits, and don't let any of them live. Be wary of the old water guy. He looks familiar and might have more tricks up his sleeves," Arion commands.
Both of Arion's guards nod and quickly follow in pursuit of the fleeing bandits, leaving us in a stalemate as my spirit beast and his are locked in a stare-down.
Turning his full attention towards me as I stand between him and Emilia, who is slowly being healed by Tik.
I still don't know the importance she holds, but I will trust these memories will bear fruitful results, at the very least.
The long silence finally breaks as he speaks out about how such a young boy managed to unlock his spirit animal so fast.
