As the final echoes of destruction faded and the horde lay in smoking heaps, Remael, Scylla, and David descended from the sky, landing gracefully amidst the c*****e. The three exchanged glances, a brief silence hanging between them as realization dawned.
“You were thinking it too?” David asked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Scylla twirled her blades with a soft chuckle. “Guess we’re more in sync than I thought.”
Remael let out a short laugh, golden sparks crackling faintly off his form. “Huh… creepy. But I like it.”
Their small moment of camaraderie brought a brief calm before Seran’s sharp voice cut through. “Don’t get comfortable. This was just the welcoming party.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Remiel, now back in his normal form, asked, confusion lacing his voice.
“It’s the Fury
