Erebos stood tall, a menacing figure, as Elithira lay motionless behind him. King Griswald stood beside him, his presence adding to the gravity of the moment. Erebos's eyes narrowed as he regarded the boy before him. "And who exactly are you?" he questioned, his voice dripping with disdain.
The boy, gripping the soul he had taken from the Dragoon, looked at it curiously. "I wonder why he wants it," he mused aloud. Then, meeting Erebos's gaze, he straightened up. "But me? My name is Jalen."
With a confident pat on his chest, the mark of the number 8 appeared on his clothing, glowing with a faint light. "I was sent here to assist someone named Todd and Nana, but I see things have escalated a bit since my King ordered me to assist here."
Erebos smirked, bringing a finger up to his lips thoughtfully. "He should have brought a higher rank to deal with me, but how did you break my barrier?"
