I held my forehead and let out a long sigh as I listened to the three of them argue.
It wasn't hard to tell who was who just from their voices and emotions. Their personalities shone through clearly, even if their memories of past lives seemed completely gone.
Silver sounded like a teenager—excited, loud, and always looking for fun. Most of the time he just wanted to fight, or do something silly for the thrill of it. Every few seconds, I could hear him squealing with excitement or muttering something about testing his new strength.
Knight was the opposite. Calm, quiet, and precise like a true assassin. But underneath that seriousness, he had this weird obsession with saying dumb jokes.
In the ten minutes I stood there, just listening, he had already dropped three random ones without any reason at all. It was almost ridiculous.
Then there was Lyrate. She carried herself like a queen, her voice smooth, deliberate, and commanding.
