A weight hung in the air—unease, uncertainty, mistrust. What seemed to be Jotou, in a new attire that shimmered in enchantments and wielding an unfamiliar blade, stood tall with her chin raised, as if she were superior to them.
While Tiffany stared with her brows furrowed, Asobi's bubbled up eyes started to glitter as she beamed brightly. Fumeko narrowed her gaze and crouched ever so slightly.
"Jotou? Jotou!" Hotaru's tail wagged as her eyes flickered with a sprinkling of blue rainwater. She immediately took steps forward.
"Dude! You got a sick upgrade!? Where's the cult? D'you manage to get away?" Ben started to approach with open arms.
"She must've found a way to get us here," Hotaru's fangs glistened.
"Both of you, stop!" Fumeko said through gritted teeth.
The two that walked came to a halt and looked back at the brunette.
"Need thou be retold of the tale of the fake drake that was once man, yet wearing the skin of another?" Tiffany warned.
