There was a red and black flag fluttered on the ramparts of the walls. Behind it, hidden in the harsh glare of the sun Nirvana finally had her time with Faust.
Faust stared out into the fields, his red hair shimmered like the flecks of fire. His blue eyes always held an amused light, like the blackened field and the dead bodies on it were beautiful.
Nirvana watched him out of the side of her eye, internally she was a storm of thoughts, but externally?
Well, she still looked like she was having a panic attack.
"What's wrong," she asked immediately, drawing strength from taking the lead. "Do you need help with anything?"
Faust faced her slowly. "Your summoning skill. Can you explain how it works? Like the process you go through."
A spark of annoyance flared through her as he asked about something other than the both of them. But what did she expect? In the near ten years she had known Faust, he had never talked about anything personal.
