Ethan stood silently, his eyes fixed on Regis. In the City Lord's hand, the Sigil of the Wild Legion pulsed with a deep, vibrant emerald light—almost alive with power.
"Master…" Priestess Dana approached quickly, eyes bright with anticipation.
"Ready?" Regis asked, glancing at her.
She nodded eagerly and patted a spatial pouch at her waist. In a flash of light, a much larger mole rat emerged—its body twisted and unnatural. A Soul-Devouring Beast.
Regis raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "Two Soul-Devouring Beasts? You must have spent your entire fortune on them!"
Dana blinked, paused, then slowly corrected him. "It's... four."
Regis's smile faltered. "Four? Are you planning to—?"
"Yes." Dana's voice was calm but resolute.
Regis sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Priestess Dana, they're still your parents. Under the thumb of that old man... they were forced into it. It wasn't entirely their fault. But... it's your decision."
