In a quiet room lit by dim lights, Vorx nodded deeply and headed for the exit.
"Alright. Since we're all sorted out, I'm heading back. I'll tell Arnoth and that bitch Kreyna that I couldn't find a suitable Phantom this time."
Then, Vorx left, heading towards the castle.
Adam was left alone with Torz, Grita, and Heret. Risha was here too, but she sat to the side of the table - all attention was directed at Adam.
"Well... Vorx surprised me as always," Heret grunted, sitting at the head of the table across from Adam. "So you're the one who robbed my friend of his right eye, aren't you?"
Unconcerned about anything, Adam nodded weakly.
Heret folded his hands together, pondering something with a deep look in his eyes.
"He asked me to give you a chance, but I don't trust you. You are a Phantom - you are our natural enemies. It's not normal for us to be allies."
