Solomon and Raizel stood on the deck together, watching as the docks of Eirbane came ever closer.
A rather somber air had settled between the two brothers. Their plans to stop the rift from opening at the academy had suffered a serious hurdle.
"...We had to leave, brother." Solomon said quietly. "Things had become too... messy."
Raizel chuckled mockingly from within his metal suit. "Well, yes, I suppose that can happen when you show a bunch of greedy nobles your most special tricks."
Solomon suddenly felt embarrassed. He was so damned angry about the trick that had been played on him that he hadn't thought about acting with restraint in light of prior company.
As a result, he had somehow managed to make things even more complicated.
He would likely now be on the run from both Zadkiel and the seven clans, as well as Raidis.
"...How very foolish I have been." Solomon pulled his hood over his head to cover up his face and eyes.
