After his breakthrough, learning the God of War Art, and even mastering the first form to at least 25%, Klaus turns to the next item on his schedule.
He opened his palm, and a disc with 12 gems embedded in it appeared. Two seemed to glow compared to the other ten, which were dim and a bit glassy.
Klaus sighed and activated the disc. The next second, two spirits appeared, their expressions filled with anger and unwillingness.
Klaus grinned and winked at the youngster, who looked like he was about to burst into flames. "Sup, Desmond. Hope you had a good rest to think about my offer."
"Bastard. Let me go, else..."
"Else what?" Klaus smirked and turned to the second spirit. "Mr Monk, I hope you are not mad like this bastard. I know monks have higher tolerance than most."
The look on the monk's face made it clear how he was feeling inside. He was angry, mad, and bitter at Klausthe situation he had found himself in.
