At this point, Leon felt that Cavin let go of any "warmness" that he tried to emit, his expression simply cold and demanding, his true colors showing.
The aura around the other members also rose, as if they were ready to attack again if Leon refused.
"Your companions, those three girls," Cavin got up from his seat and looked out from the glass wall, "We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to them, right?"
"Are you—"
SLASH!
This time it wasn't Cavin, but the figure right beside him, a silvery aura surrounding her as she got up from her seat.
She had crystal scales all over her body, from a race that Leon didn't even recognize, her form both beautiful and deadly.
She had slashed with her spear, and a fracture of crystals erupted right beside Leon, embedding into the floor with a sharp crack.
"Hand over the stronghold crystals, and once you help us, we may even reward you," Cavin said simply, "Come on, Celestial, we can both benefit each other."
