When Percival was done cleansing his mana channels, he began his preparation to challenge the Demon Gate World.
First of all, with his Skeleton Soldiers gone after the earlier battle, he had to resurrect another army. Thankfully, the graveyard where he had summoned his first batch was not very far away.
Percival informed the innkeeper where he was headed and rode Argus through the afternoon mist. Draped unceremoniously across the back of the horse, Eristasia glared sideways at the ground as it rolled past.
Her hands were bound behind her back, but the active commands of the Slave Crest were currently dormant, allowing her just enough breath to voice her burning indignation.
"Do you still need to tie me?" she asked Percival, her face flushed from the awkward positioning. "I'm already bound to will. I can not hurt you."
"True," Percival replied, momentarily looking over his shoulder at her. "But I just feel better with you tied up."
