“What are you doing in here?” is the first sentence I hear when I arrive back at Vampire Empire. Phyros is pointing a red magic circling in the air, facing my two brothers, who have changed back to their white suits. Still, it seems like this Phyros has a good memory to recognize them from standing at the other side of the battlefield he just went through.
“Phyros,” I call for him, causing the three of them, and also the rest of the crowd to look at my direction. I walk up to him and place a hand on his shoulder, which side is casting a ready-to-launch fire spell. “These are my brothers ─ they are not here to harm you, or any of your friends.”
“Then why were they helping the Dark Wizards?” he hisses in a respond, which Altore does not appreciate, judging from the hard wrinkles on his for
