Iris Avalon leaned back in her chair, stretching out one armored leg with the casual confidence of someone who had seen more battles than most would ever dream of. She swirled the last remnants of her drink in her glass before finally setting it down on the wooden counter with a sharp clink.

  Then, with a grin, she turned her attention to the group, resting an elbow on the table. "I suppose proper introductions are in order," she announced, straightening up and placing a gauntleted hand over her chest with an exaggerated flourish.

  "I am Iris Avalon, Heroic Liberator, former captain of the Silver Vanguard, Vanquisher of the Dread Tide, Twice-Knighted by the Order of Saint Asteria, Bearer of the Dawn’s Radiance, and the only woman to have ever beaten Lord Cavellian in single combat." She smirked, flipping her long, shifting-colored hair over her shoulder. "A pleasure."

  Erya raised a brow, shaking her head with an amused huff. "Alright, alright, we get it, you’re important," she said, reaching out and shaking Iris’s hand. Then, with a playful smirk, she straightened her back and mimicked Iris’s grand tone.

  "I am Erya of Arkhold, Queen of the Golden Crescent, Master of the Coin, Founder of the Black Sun Trade Guild, Architect of the Western Markets, and the only woman to convince three rival merchant houses to sign a contract in blood on the same night." She gave a small bow of her head. "Charmed."

  Iris raised her brows in mock surprise before laughing. "Well, damn," she admitted, leaning forward. "I’ve heard of you."

  "Oh?" Erya asked, tilting her head slightly, curiosity piqued.

  Iris smirked. "You’re the one who turned an abandoned slum into one of the biggest trade hubs in the city. That alone is impressive. But the fact that you did it while keeping the nobles out of it? That takes a special kind of genius. Or insanity."

  Erya crossed her arms, feigning deep thought. "Why not both?"

  "Why not indeed," Iris chuckled. "I respect that. You’re ruthless in business, aren’t you?"

  "Only when I have to be."

  "Good answer."

  The two women exchanged a knowing look, one of those rare moments where two people, despite never having met before, recognized something in each other.

  Kaiser watched the exchange in silence, his expression unreadable. When Iris turned to him, she gave him a quick once-over before tilting her head expectantly.

  "And you?" she asked. "What’s your grand, impressive introduction?"

  Kaiser adjusted his coat with an easy movement. "Kaiser."

  Iris waited for more. When it didn’t come, she blinked. "That’s it?"

  "That’s it."

  She let out an exaggerated sigh. "You can’t just stop at a name. Where’s the flair? The titles? Something that makes people remember you?"

  Kaiser met her gaze, calm and steady. "If I’m worth remembering, they’ll remember me."

  Iris huffed. "Spoken like someone with a dozen titles collecting dust somewhere."

  A hint of amusement flickered in Kaiser’s eyes. "Or someone who left them behind."

  That gave her pause, though only for a moment. Erya, watching the exchange, shrugged. "He’s always like this," she said. "Brooding, mysterious, allergic to self-promotion."

  "Tragic," Iris mused. "With the right storyteller, you could be a legend."

  "Legends are just stories," Kaiser replied. "People are the ones who make things happen."

  Iris grinned. "Not bad. You might be more interesting than you let on."

  Ivan straightened his back, trying to find his moment to speak, his lips parting as if to introduce himself.

  "I—"

  But before he could get a word out, Iris completely ignored him and turned her attention back to Kaiser and Erya, leaning forward with her elbows on the table, her expression suddenly serious. "Alright, now that the formalities are out of the way, let’s talk about what actually matters," she said, tapping her fingers against the wood. "What do you two bring to the table? What can you do? Because if we’re walking into a slaughterhouse, I’d like to know who I’m bleeding next to."

  Erya, leaning back in her chair with that ever-present smirk of hers, was the first to answer. She rolled her wrist lazily, as if she had been waiting for the question, eager to show off. "Well, you see, Iris," she began smoothly, "I am a woman of many talents. But if we’re talking strictly about combat, I think you’ll find that I am rather… adaptable."

  She lifted her arm, revealing the thick, metallic bracelets wrapped around both wrists, each one a polished band of transparent silver, almost liquid-like in its shine. With a slow exhale, she snapped her fingers, and in an instant, the bracelets melted like quicksilver, shifting and extending, reforming in her hands into the shape of a sleek, curved sword.

  Iris raised a brow, but Erya wasn’t done.

  The sword dissolved just as quickly, splitting into two smaller daggers, each perfectly balanced between her fingers. Then, another snap. The daggers morphed, twisting into something unrecognizable for a brief moment before solidifying into a sleek, black-barreled gun.

  And then, just as effortlessly, the gun melted, retracting back into its original shape, wrapping once more around her wrists as nothing more than simple jewelry.

  Iris whistled lowly. "Alright. That’s damn impressive." She crossed her arms, nodding in approval. "Never seen anything quite like that. Is it alchemy? Some kind of enchanted metal?"

  Erya smirked, shaking her head. "Nothing so simple, I can fully control items that I own."

  "Then what exactly does it mean when you say you ‘own’ something?" Iris asked, tapping a finger on the table, her curiosity piqued.

  Erya’s smirk deepened. "Ah, now that is where my power gets interesting."

  She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice just enough to add a sense of mystery to her words. "The first part of my ability allows me to form contracts with the spirits of the dead. Those who refuse to pass on, the ones who linger in the in-between, clinging to this world like stray embers in dying flames." She lifted her hand, watching as one of her silver earrings shimmered before twisting and extending outward, reshaping itself into the form of a coiled whip. The handle gleamed as she held it, her fingers brushing over the metal before it melted back into its original shape, hanging delicately from her ear.

  "In exchange for allowing them to exist in the world of the living just a little longer," she continued, her voice smooth, "I officially claim their souls. Their very existence belongs to me, and with that ownership, I can force them into weapons, armor, anything I desire. But only if they consent to it."

  Iris narrowed her eyes slightly, studying Erya with newfound interest. "So every item you own is, in some way, tied to a spirit?"

  "Not every item," Erya admitted, tilting her head. "But the important ones, yes. Every weapon I wield is a remnant of someone who once lived. And in my hands, they get to fight again." There was a moment of silence at the table. Even Milo, who had been half-listening while organizing the guards, glanced over briefly.

  Kaiser, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "And the spirits? They obey you?" Erya turned to him, and for a moment, her usual playful expression softened. "They don’t obey," she corrected. "They trust me."

  "They trust you?" he asked, his voice lower, more serious. Erya’s smirk wavered slightly.

  "Yes," she repeated, but there was something different in her voice now. Less playful. More… grounded. "They trust me, because they know that as long as they’re with me, their existence still has meaning."

  Kaiser exhaled slowly through his nose, closing his eyes for a brief second before speaking again. His words came slower this time. "Then you carry a burden heavier than you let on."

  Iris exhaled sharply, shaking her head with a chuckle, rubbing the bridge of her nose as if trying to process the sheer weight of the explanation. "That’s… equal parts terrifying and fascinating. I like it."

  Erya blinked, but before she could respond, Iris leaned forward, slamming her palm on the table, snapping the tension. "Alright, that was cool and all, but I need to know, what about you?" she asked, pointing a finger directly at Kaiser’s chest.

  He raised an eyebrow. "What about me?"

  "Don’t play dumb," she shot back. "You just watched Erya turn jewelry into goddamn weapons and control the souls of the dead like it’s a side business, and you didn’t even flinch. Which means either you’ve seen worse… or you can do worse."

  Erya tilted her head slightly, looking at him with renewed curiosity. "She’s got a point. You talk a lot about proving yourself through actions instead of words. But right now, all I’m seeing is you sitting there, looking broody. You gonna impress us or what?"

  Kaiser’s lips curled into the faintest smirk. "Alright then," he said simply. He turned his gaze to Erya. "Transform your bracelet into a dagger again."

  Erya raised an eyebrow, but with a flick of her wrist, one of her silver bracelets melted and reshaped itself into a sleek, gleaming dagger, perfectly balanced in her grip.

  "There. Happy?" she asked, twirling it between her fingers. Kaiser extended a hand. "Lend it to me."

  She smirked, spinning the dagger once before flipping it in the air and catching it by the handle, holding it out to him. "I hope you know how to use it."

  As he took it from her, she added, "It’s the sharpest dagger you will ever wield."

  Kaiser examined the blade for a moment, running a finger along the edge, feeling its deadly precision. Then, without hesitation, he pressed his left hand flat against the table… And sliced his own thumb off.

  The reaction was instant. Iris jerked back so hard her chair nearly toppled over. "WHAT THE—?! KAISER, WHAT THE HELL?!"

  Ivan let out a strangled sound, his eyes widening in pure horror, his face going pale as he took a stumbling step backward. "Wh—he—his finger—"

  Milo, who had just turned back toward the group, froze, his breath catching mid-sentence.

  Erya stared.

  The detached thumb sat on the wooden table, blood pooling around it in a perfect crimson circle, yet Kaiser’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. He merely set the dagger down beside it, resting his arm back onto the table like nothing had happened.

  Iris was still gaping at him. "DID YOU JUST—WHAT—" She was struggling to even form a sentence, staring at him as if he had lost his mind.

  Ivan, barely able to comprehend what he just saw, pointed weakly at the severed thumb. "K-Kaiser, your—you just—"

  "Hush." That was all he said. And then, in front of their eyes, the impossible happened.

  His wound didn’t bleed out. The flesh at the severed stump twitched, then pulsed, then began to regenerate—not slowly, not gradually, but rapidly, the exposed bone knitting itself back together, muscle forming, skin closing over as if time itself was reversing.

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  Within seconds, his thumb was back. Perfect. Untouched. As if nothing had ever happened, but the table was dead silent.

  Iris, who had been mid-rant, was frozen, mouth still open but completely speechless for the first time since meeting him.

  Ivan, who had looked moments away from passing out, suddenly had a look of pure amazement, his fear now replaced with something almost like awe. "That’s… incredible…"

  Even Erya, who had been unfazed by almost everything so far, was quiet. Her eyes were still locked onto his hand, her expression unreadable, her mind turning over something, lost in thought.

  Kaiser flexed his fingers, then tapped the table twice, as if checking to make sure everything was back to normal. "Sharp, just like you said," he mused, tilting his head slightly toward Erya.

  She blinked, snapping out of whatever thought had taken hold of her, before slowly leaning back, crossing her arms. "You… you’re not human, are you?"

  Kaiser smirked slightly. "I am. I just have a gift."

  Iris finally snapped back into motion, gripping her hair. "Okay, WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL. You just cut off your own damn thumb and acted like it was nothing! Do you know how insane that is?! That’s not a normal thing to do!"

  Kaiser glanced at her. "You asked me what I could do."

  "I expected a normal answer! Not whatever the hell this was!"

  Ivan, still staring at his hand, whispered, "Can you heal others too…?"

  Kaiser shook his head. "No. Only myself."

  For a while, the only sound in the room was the distant chatter from the guards outside, muffled through the old walls of the building. Kaiser leaned back slightly, resting his elbows on the table, the faintest trace of amusement still lingering on his face as the others continued to stare at him with a mixture of awe, curiosity, and in Iris’s case, mild exasperation.

  Erya was the first to break the silence.

  "So," she began, tapping a finger against the table. "You’re telling me that if I took that dagger and stabbed you through the heart right now, you’d just, what? Walk it off?"

  Kaiser tilted his head slightly, as if considering the question.

  "Well, that depends," Kaiser said, his tone calm but matter-of-fact. "I’ve taken hits that should’ve killed me instantly, like an arrow straight through the brain or a blast that reduced me to a skeleton, yet I came back from all of it. Just took a little longer."

  Erya leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with a mix of fascination and mischief. "So, technically, you could just keep going? No matter what happens, you’ll always come back?"

  Kaiser gave a small nod. "Something like that. The worse the damage, the longer it takes, but as long as there’s something left to heal, I’ll survive."

  Iris, who had been massaging her temples this entire time, groaned. "I swear to God, I’m surrounded by lunatics. Erya, why are you even entertaining this? Are you really sitting there thinking about stabbing him now?"

  Erya grinned. "I’m just curious, that’s all."

  "You’re a psychopath," Iris muttered.

  "Pot, meet kettle," Erya shot back.

  Iris ignored her, turning her attention fully to Kaiser again. "Okay, okay, but there’s gotta be some limit. No one’s completely invincible."

  "Of course," Kaiser said. "Nothing in this world is absolute."

  "So what’s your limit then? What actually kills you?"

  He was silent for a moment, then, finally, he shrugged. "I don’t know."

  Erya blinked. "You don’t know?"

  "I’ve never died before," he said simply.

  Iris gave him the most deadpan stare imaginable. "No shit, genius. But have you at least tested it? Like, is there a point where your body just gives up?"

  "I assume so," Kaiser replied, his tone casual, but there was something underneath it, something unreadable, as he gently touched the middle of his chest with a bit of a shaky hand. "But I haven’t reached it yet."

  Erya leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. "That’s insane."

  Iris crossed her arms. "Wait, wait, wait, I just realized something. Does that mean you don’t even feel pain? Like, when you cut your thumb off just now, did it even hurt?"

  "Oh, it hurt," Kaiser said, a small smirk creeping onto his lips. "I just don’t react to pain the same way most people do."

  Iris squinted. "That’s the most vague, bullshit answer I’ve ever heard. Either you feel it or you don’t."

  "I do. It just doesn’t matter."

  Erya hummed, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "So basically, even if someone were to rip you apart limb by limb, you’d just—"

  "Put myself back together," Kaiser finished.

  Iris let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair. "Okay. This is ridiculous. I mean, I’ve met some powerful people before, but this? This is just unfair."

  At that moment, Ivan, who had been quietly listening the entire time, finally gathered the courage to speak. "Um…" he hesitated, fidgeting slightly under their gazes. "Can I ask something too?" Kaiser turned to him, his expression softening slightly. "Go ahead."

  The boy swallowed, looking nervous but determined. "You said you heal from anything. But… does that mean you never get sick? Or like, never get old?"

  That question made Kaiser pause. For a brief moment, something flickered across his face, something almost… distant. "No," he said finally. "I don’t get sick. And I don’t age. Not the way most people do."

  Iris blinked. "Wait. You’re telling me you don’t even age? Like, at all? How old are you?"

  Kaiser smirked slightly. "Old enough."

  "Goddammit, that’s not an answer."

  "It’s the only one you’re getting."

  Before the conversation could spiral further, Iris suddenly clapped her hands together. "Alright, enough about you, Mr. Mysterious Immortal. I think it’s time we ask the real question," she turned sharply to Ivan "What about the kid?"

  Ivan blinked. "M-me?"

  "Yeah, you. Do you have anything special? Any powers? Or are you just tagging along for fun?"

  Ivan hesitated. "Well… I do have something."

  Iris raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

  The boy looked around nervously before exhaling sharply, as if trying to hype himself up. Then he took a step forward, and suddenly, there were three of him. The two extra Ivans stood perfectly beside him, identical down to the last detail, breathing in sync, their expressions mirroring his exactly.

  Iris’s eyes widened. "Okay. Okay, that’s actually cool."

  Milo, who had been passing by the table, stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the clones. "Oh, what the hell."

  Erya let out a low whistle. "Now that’s interesting."

  Kaiser studied the clones carefully, his expression unreadable. "How many can you make?"

  Ivan furrowed his brow in concentration, and suddenly, four more copies appeared, standing in perfect formation. Iris leaned forward, her expression now fully intrigued. "Alright, kid. I take back what I said. You’re definitely not normal."

  Ivan grinned slightly, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "I can control them, too. They think what I think. Move how I move."

  Erya grinned. "Kid, you’re gonna be very useful."

  Iris leaned forward, tapping her fingers against the wooden table in thought, eyes narrowing at Ivan like a scientist dissecting a fascinating specimen. "Alright, kid," she said suddenly, her tone shifting to something more analytical, more intrigued. "I want to test something."

  Ivan blinked, looking up at her. "Test… what?"

  "Your ability," she clarified, motioning vaguely with her hand. "You just made six copies of yourself, yeah? And each of them looked exactly like you, dressed the same, moved the same, acted the same. But…" her gaze sharpened, a spark of excitement flickering within her violet eyes "What happens when you try to copy something more?"

  Ivan hesitated, but before he could even question what she meant, she unsheathed the sword at her waist. The moment the blade was drawn, the dimly lit room seemed to brighten, as if the very air itself had become infused with light. The sword shimmered with a hypnotic, prismatic glow, the metal ringing softly as it settled into her grasp, reflecting shifting rainbow hues along its razor-sharp edge.

  It was… beautiful.

  Not just in its craftsmanship, but in the way it sang with energy, thrumming with an undeniable presence, as though it was alive. Ivan stared, his mouth slightly open. Even Kaiser’s eyes flickered with mild intrigue.

  Iris smirked, clearly enjoying the attention her weapon was receiving. She turned it over in her grip, letting the prismatic light dance along the table. "Try it," she said, flipping the blade so the hilt was pointed toward Ivan. "Take it, and then duplicate yourself again."

  Ivan swallowed, glancing at Iris briefly, as if looking for permission, but when the older woman simply gave a small nod, he carefully reached out and took the sword.

  The moment his fingers curled around the hilt, a strange tingling sensation spread through his palm, like static electricity rushing up his arm. The sword hummed in his grip, responding to his touch, but he could already tell that it wasn’t just a normal blade. There was power in it, something foreign, something untouchable.

  Still, he took a deep breath, focused, and in an instant, six more Ivans appeared, perfectly aligned beside him. They each held the same sword, positioned in the same way, standing in the same stance. But the moment Iris saw them, her expression fell slightly, her eyes narrowing in mild disappointment. The copies of the sword lacked something.

  They were physically identical in every way, from the shape to the engravings, but something was missing. The shimmering rainbow aura, the quiet hum of energy, and the subtle pulse of the blade’s presence were all gone. The copied swords were nothing more than ordinary steel.

  "Tch." Iris clicked her tongue, her shoulders deflating slightly. "I thought so."

  Ivan frowned. "What?"

  She pointed at the swords. "They’re not real copies. I mean, yeah, they look the same, but they don’t have the same enchantment. The Sol didn’t carry over."

  Ivan glanced down at the blade in his hand, then at his clones' swords. Now that she mentioned it… he could feel the difference. His original sword still vibrated with power in his grip, while the copies felt... empty.

  "Oh." His voice was small.

  "Don’t look so crushed, kid," Iris sighed, reaching out and plucking her sword from his hand before smoothly returning it to her sheath. "It makes sense. Enchantments are complex things. They’re woven into the material, infused with energy over time. Your ability is duplication, not creation. You can replicate the shape, the weight, the material, but Sol? Sol isn’t just something you can copy."

  Ivan still looked a little disappointed, but he nodded slowly, accepting the logic. Kaiser, however, raised an eyebrow at her, clearly interested. "An extremely powerful enchantment, you said?"

  Iris grinned, clearly pleased he caught that detail. "Oh, absolutely."

  "And what exactly does it do?"

  She lifted her palm, fingers slightly curled, and summoned a small orb of rainbow light. It hovered just above her skin, swirling in chaotic, prismatic colors, constantly shifting, never settling. The hues twisted and churned, red bleeding into orange, into yellow, into green, into blue, into violet, never staying still, never stable.

  Kaiser watched the colors shift, his red eyes keen, as he noticed something… peculiar.

  From the red swirls—tiny sparks of flame crackled out.

  From the blue streaks—droplets of water leaked downward.

  From the green hues—gentle gusts of wind curled around her fingers.

  It was a cycle, chaotic yet controlled. Unpredictable, yet natural. "My power," Iris said, voice laced with amusement, "Is Random."

  Kaiser’s gaze lingered on the swirling energy in her palm. "Random?"

  "Random." She flicked her wrist, and the orb spun faster. "Elements in magic are usually set—fire mages cast fire, water mages cast water, wind mages control air, et cetera, et cetera." She made a vague circular motion with her free hand. "But me? My power is unstable. It doesn’t like to stay in one place. It cycles through everything, constantly shifting. Sometimes I throw out a fireball, sometimes it turns into a thunderbolt, sometimes I just get a really aggressive gust of wind that smacks my enemy in the face. It’s completely unpredictable."

  Kaiser hummed in thought. "So you have no control over what comes out?"

  "Oh, I have some control." She smirked, tossing the ball of energy into the air and catching it effortlessly. "It’s not like it’s completely wild. I can guide it, influence it, direct it where I need it to go. But I don’t always know what it’s going to be until I actually use it."

  Erya, who had been listening with mild amusement, finally spoke. "So let me get this straight. You’re basically gambling every time you use magic?"

  "I prefer to think of it as trusting fate." Iris twirled her fingers, making the energy pulse in response. "And luck tends to be on my side."

  Ivan, who had been staring at the orb of rainbow light with wide eyes, finally blurted out: "That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen."

  Iris beamed. "See? The kid gets it." To which Erya chuckled. "It’s cool, I’ll admit, but it sounds like a nightmare to actually rely on in battle."

  "That’s because you don’t have my skill," Iris shot back with a smirk.

  Erya rolled her eyes. "God, I already regret teaming up with you."

  Kaiser, meanwhile, was still watching the swirling energy, his expression unreadable. He finally spoke, his voice thoughtful. "So everything you do… is dictated by chance."

  Iris met his gaze, her violet eyes sharp. "Not chance," she corrected. "Opportunity."

  And with that, she snapped her fingers, the ball of light vanished, dispersing into the air like it had never existed. The room was quiet again, everyone still digesting what they had just seen.

  Milo, who had been listening in from across the room, finally muttered, "You people are ridiculous."

  Erya smirked. "And yet, you called for us for help."

  Milo sighed. "Against my better judgment."

  Iris crossed her arms, grinning. "Well, that was fun. Any more tests, or did we all just agree that I’m amazing?" Ivan hesitated, then slowly raised his hand. "Can I try holding it again?"

  Iris laughed. "You realize that sword you were holding is worth more than your entire life, right?" Ivan blinked, then frowned. "That’s kinda mean."

  "No, that’s just the truth," she shot back with a grin, sheathing the shimmering blade back into its place at her hip. "That sword has been reforged through generations, enchanted by some of the most powerful smiths in Arkhold. It’s been used in duels, in wars, passed through the hands of kings, nobles, and warriors who actually mattered. Meanwhile, you’re…" she motioned vaguely at him "Well a child."

  Ivan scowled. "I’m not a child!"

  Iris smirked. "You literally are, but sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."

  Before Ivan could snap back at her, Kaiser’s voice cut through the conversation. "What about Milo?" he asked, his eyes shifting to the approaching figure.

  Milo was walking toward them with an air of quiet efficiency, his posture straight, his expression unreadable. He had the sort of presence that didn’t demand attention, yet somehow always held it. Iris shrugged. "What about him?"

  "His abilities," Kaiser clarified. "What does he do?"

  Iris tilted her head, then smiled lazily. "Oh, Milo? He controls wind." Kaiser frowned. "That’s it?"

  Iris snorted. "Oh, don’t be fooled." She leaned forward slightly, her tone shifting into something more amused. "You see, Kaiser, there are people who are born with weak abilities, and then there are people who take something simple and turn it into something unstoppable. Milo is one of the strongest people in Arkhold with ‘just’ that. Definitely in the top five."

  Kaiser’s gaze flickered with interest. "Top five?"

  But before he could ask more, especially about that list, Iris was already looking past him. "Looks like we’re being summoned."

  Milo had stopped a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with a sharp, assessing gaze. Kaiser followed his line of sight and immediately noticed something off.

  The shop was… empty.

  All the city watch guards that had been stationed around the building were gone. Even the ones that had been positioned near the front door, near the shelves, near the windows, they were all missing.

  "Everything’s prepared," Milo said, his voice controlled. He glanced at Kaiser, then at Erya and Ivan. "I’ll brief you all on the plan. It’s extremely simple."

  "That’s because I heavily influenced the plan," Iris quipped, her smirk widening.

  Milo didn’t even blink. "No, that’s because I had to make it more simple, because I knew you wouldn’t follow any directions regardless."

  Iris gasped, putting a hand over her chest in mock offense. "How dare you. I am a woman of logic and discipline."

  Milo stared at her blankly. "You have never followed a plan in your entire life."

  Iris waved a hand. "Because they were all bad!"

  Milo exhaled through his nose, ignoring her entirely as he turned to Kaiser. "I’ll explain everything. Follow me." Without another word, he strode toward the back of the shop, where the slightly open door awaited.

  Kaiser exchanged a glance with Erya, who merely smirked, and Ivan, who looked like he was still recovering from the whole ‘sword worth more than his life’ comment. Then, without hesitation, he followed Milo inside.