Their bond grew stronger over the next few days as they faced the trials of Reymis. They fought off more thugs, outsmarted corrupt officials, and even helped a local merchant whose goods had been stolen. Each member of the team began to understand their strengths and weaknesses, learning to work together despite their disparate backgrounds. The second personality's charm proved invaluable in smoothing over tense situations, while the first personality's kindness touched the hearts of those they met, turning suspicion into aid.
One evening, as they sat around a flickering fire in the tavern, sharing a meal and plotting their next move, Liar arrived in his usual dramatic fashion. The room grew silent as the old man, now in his true form, strode in, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ah, I see you've found some playmates," he said, his gaze lingering on Elara, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Revy's third personality tensed, gripping the hilt of the Red Abyss. The room was thick with tension as the fallen god approached them. "I've come to remind you of your debt," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But it seems you've found a more... interesting way to repay me."
No one on the team knew the old man except Revy. Revy was looking at the old man sternly. His third persona woke up and reached for his katana.
"Liar," he said through gritted teeth, "What are you doing here?"
The old god chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why, I've come to see the progress of my little experiment. I see you've gathered quite the interesting bunch. And you," he turned to Elara, "a thief with a heart of gold, I presume?"
Elara met his gaze with a defiant tilt of her chin. "I do what I must to survive," she said.
Liar leaned closer, his breath warm and tinged with the scent of ancient wisdom. "And what is it you wish to survive for?"
Elara's eyes narrowed. "For the day when I can watch those who destroyed my world burn."