In a large hall, Arian faced the Elders. They sat around a round table, eyes fixed on him. The Elders weren't the strongest summoners in paradise, but they were the most important.
Inara, the woman with pinkish-red hair packed into a high bun had a summon that could make clothes with special skills and of different tiers. Orion could craft things with metal that summons could add to themselves, a kind of artificial adaptive process. It was no different from a cheat code, a way to grow faster.
A summon with fragile defense could simply put on an armor made by Orion and gain the defense of a turtle.
John, the man in the middle was the most frightening as his summon had one of the most versatile skills. That aside, the reason he stood before these powerful figures, Elders of Paradise, was as simple as it was heart-breaking.
"We have agreed to let you go from the cohort." John's voice echoed, his eyes filled with regret.
"You have served Paradise well." Inara smiled.
