The echo of their footsteps resonated softly through the long castle hallways.
Max walked alongside Don and Dorian, carrying a small bag with the items needed for the ritual. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation… though not exactly calm.
"The king is quite excited about the summoning ritual," Don commented, walking with his hands behind his back. He didn't turn his head, but his tone was clear.
"…he's been asking for days when you would return from your rescue mission in the demon realm."
Dorian let out a nasal chuckle.
"He'd better have a good reward for me."
He adjusted his staff over his shoulder.
"…getting those horns wasn't exactly easy."
Don nodded slightly.
"I heard the story."
Pause.
"…though, considering your past, I'm not surprised you're still alive and walking after that."
Dorian smirked.
"…'past,' huh?"
Max, distracted, spoke without thinking.
"Like when you lost your soul in a bet with that southern shaman and came back to life…"
Silence.
