Glaring Light
"AGAIN?!" Ferocio roared as Kuraz stood before him in the factory. "Stop getting in my way, Kuraz!"
"You do realize we're standing on government property, right? If you damage the Graviton Manufacturing Center you're liable to cause a political ruckus."
"I might as well start a ruckus if no one tells me what's going on!"
"If you had
listened, Ferocio, we're dealing with an issue that involves elemental
magic. You simply can't run away just because you're not famillar with it."
"Silence! It goes far beyond magic because there shouldn't be any reason for the False God, Akebono, to be out on an ordinary 'joyride' on this time of day!"
"Wait." Kuraz narrowed his eyebrows. "
Akebono, a False God, was here?"
"Hmph. Yes he was, but I was denied entrance to his castle. Good luck trying to speak to him, Kuraz." Ferocio almost sneered.
"I don't need luck. I have someone's support." Kuraz retorted, as Lyra and Kairos approached them. "I apologize for yelling very loudly. You two probably heard the whole thing, didn't you?"
"No, really. You guys should be rock stars." Lyra deadpanned. Kairos simply nodded. "Well, Kuraz, you got the message, right?"
"Oh, the one on the pigeon? Yeah. And we just happen to have a False God nearby."
"Indeed. Let's go pay him a visit, shall we? I'm sure it'll benefit you, Ferocio Vivis." Ferocio couldn't help but feel there was something off about Lyra's voice. He turned to Kuraz and Kairos, but neither appeared to notice anything significant.
"I see you recognize my lineage, Lyra." He simply replied after a deep breath.
"Indeed I do, Sir." Lyra's voiced betrayed no sign of attraction, which Ferocio found suprising. Instead, it seemed to contain a faint whisper, reminiscent of a lisp of a Darkness elemental. "The House of the Sudren reach far and wide, and we hear many glorious tales of royalty brought back to the Hall of Champions, The House of the Nordics. I must say, it's a pleasure to meet you."
But as soon as he thought he heard a lisp, it was gone. He simply nodded, well aware of the two departments that managed Light's trade economy annd tales of heorics.
"Alright, let's go then! Cornflakes, tally h-" Lyra was cut short by Kuraz facepalming. "Sorry. I just wanted to see how Jenkins feels."
"...You don't want to know more about that blockhead of a former roomate, trust me."
"Shall we go, then?" Kairos sighed. "I don't have much purpose at the moment, but I guess I'll stick with you guys and see what happens."