"Why on earth are you covered in blood?" Thea asked, clinging to Eleanor's arm as she shot Lysander a suspicious glance.
They were standing in the midst of an icy forest, far from Federia's city limits.
Lysander's eyes fell upon his blood-stained clothing, and he sighed heavily. "This isn't my blood."
A familiar sword materialized in his grasp.
"It's the demons," he added, his eyes locked on the weapon.
Eleanor's eyes widened in shock. "That's Kaito's sword."
"The Soul Eater," Lysander confirmed, his lips twisting into a faint smile.
Thea's eyes lingered on the sword, her expression puzzled. "It does look familiar."
Lysander's eyes narrowed as he studied the phoenix. "How do you recognize this sword?"
Eleanor's eyes flashed with a bright, angry golden light. "There's so much you don't know about phoenixes."
Lysander nodded, impressed. "They've done an exceptional job concealing their way of life from the world."
