Silence loomed over our large party as we made our way inside the Gate of Irkalla. I was sure everyone had their own thoughts about various matters.
The wolves who were focused on completing my assignment.
The Awakened who began to hit roadblocks in their ascent to power.
The Seraphs who worried about the dangers of Hellsend's coming enlistment.
And then you have the people who were, for lack of a better word, happy-go-lucky.
"Limitless, you promised me one of the Faker morning stars. Exa still won't let me take it out. Give it to me."
"Sure, Exa, grant him access to two."
[I understand, my lord.]
"Hehe. Two? One for each hand. Hehehe. Can't wait."
Obviously happy from his new toys, Roach's tail began to wreak havoc on the path we walked on. The force his tail smashed the ground caused aftershocks. We didn't lose our balance, but I could see the ground began to form fissures like cracks on a plate.
