"Damn Old Login, he actually didn't come..."
In Wayne Manor, Wayne was mumbling in the living room. This Dark Knight was overly cautious, avoiding battles in high-end games, leaving no chance for him.
Heavens know, what ill intentions could Wayne possibly have, other than a playful kick and launching a big cannon in the mortal world.
Heya and Auga stood behind Wayne as usual, but Hexuno was absent. The Lord of Hypocrisy's divine rhetoric was overwhelmingly potent, more effective than any sweet talk for her.
She sat leaning on a whip, occasionally wiping it, wanting to get close to the Saint Heir's holy rod.
Wayne: (一`´≖)
What, you want to become light too?
Something's not right, absolutely not right.
Wayne racked his brain, figured out Hexuno's XP, checked the time, realized there was still a leisurely gap before the scheduled morning departure, and beckoned Hexuno to follow him upstairs.
