Roman finally turned, his eyes glowing faintly. "Say what you want. When she rips your enemies apart with a thousand vines and poisons their souls for eternity, you'll be the ones begging for her help."
Leon raised a hand. "Yeah, yeah. But until then, keep your undead queen from rooting into our rations."
The group laughed, the tension from the battle finally melting away.
"Hm, what is this?" Naval said, pausing as they returned to their home base. There was an emblem sealed onto the door.
"What's that?" Roselia asked as Naval stepped closer and touched it. A projection activated.
A black veil obscured the face of the figure in the image, and then a voice echoed forth from the projection.
"Hello, Mr. Leon. My name is Arvaibg Galloen, and I hail from the upper floors—specifically, the 146th. Your recent actions have caught our attention. We would like to formally invite you to join our organization: the Twin Sacred Swords."
