"Wakey, wakey, kids." The man said cheerfully. "Welcome to the city of Anciana."
I looked at him suspiciously.
His clothes were far too flashy and his smile was way too bright for someone acting as an escort to a black market city.
Behind him stretched a vast forest and standing there were the rest of my party.
Viola, Arza, Sylvie, Seraphina, Bearlo and Arthur.
I pushed myself out of the box and glanced at them calmly. From the looks of it, none of them had gone through a near-death battle with their box partners.
Which was expected as their boxes were bigger.
That fucking Santa wannabe had brought four boxes in total. Three large ones and one small one and as the leader, I had made the noble sacrifice of choosing the smallest box.
The plan was simple, I would take it alone, while Bearlo, Arthur and Noah got tossed into the larger ones.
