Open The Game [Dungeon Dash - Invite Only]

Under his helmet the knight's teeth gritted, he barely accepted the Queen as a saint. He wouldn't care as much if the church wasn't being used for those pagan beliefs, for the las bastion of humanity the heresy seems to be ingrained in the minds of its citizens. However these people were his allies, turning his rage and anger towards them, the demons and Psyche Terrorists are a threat for society.

"While Her Highness has shown herself to be very capable, we shouldn't just assume her brood to be on the same wave length yet." The Knight finally spoke, his tone was a bit too serious for a lighthearted conversation as this one. "I have met only Lord Julius, he seems like a composed individual. This lisa you speak of i have yet to meet... so i'd put my money on Sister Maria. I too wish to test my mettle against them someday, however."

His doubts about how strong the royal siblings truly were didn't came from bitterness. Rather, the Black Lions the idea of showing your worth through actions before earning the right to boast. Isla for example, she rebuilt the city and established order within 5 years, if they do live up to her mother's legacy then dueling them should be very interesting.

"Ah, finally speaking to your teammates, i wish you did the same to me more often. I feel lonely at times, you know?" Lamina would follow it with a chuckle.

"I'm just not used to talking to my sword. It's very weird. Sometimes i think i'm just going insane..." Thankfully the two had a mental link, so he didn't had to speak out loud to communicate with the blade.

"Going insane again, you mean."

The knight would fall silently once again, both to his teammates and to his own blade. He had nothing to say to the former and after the latter had poked at him he decided to punish it by shutting off communication. Whatever the source of the voice, it knew things Albrecht had buried long time ago. Memories of a time where he had lost himself to his own rage...

Talking about rage, the other cadets had spotted demons not very far away from the group. About time, he needed something to unleash his holy rage upon and demons are the perfect target for it. Soon they would feel his steel and righteousness falling upon them. He firmly grasped the handle of Lamina Sanctus as he charged together with the party.

Albrecht, Lvl 2:

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Though to the other components of the group the short walk to their next target would be relatively eventful in terms of conversation, to the artist it would be largely the same. Her time was spent in silence as she blindly followed the group and her eyes found themselves more drawn to the buildings and other structures in the area more than anything else. Perhaps it was her aesthetic tendency, or maybe it was just pure and simple boredom, but there was a very mild interest to be had in the aforementioned to her. Not that she would go out of their way to draw them unless commissioned though; they didn’t emanate enough ugliness.

From the depths of her mind, she could hear a dreaded other presence contemplating something or another. She would be tempted to ask him what he was up to, but over the long run Nebula had… come to fear him. Fearing her own persona, her own self of all people… she knew it was criminally wrong – though self-loathing, she was by no means stupid – but she wouldn’t think it; she knew Fafnir had some way of reading her thoughts, and she knew how he got whenever she stepped out of line. It was easier and safer to just follow and obey, after all; even if she wanted to rebel against him, it’d be both pointless and a form of shooting herself in the foot.

Though… this was her second outing as a Cadet now, right? She knew she couldn’t be demanding or impatient – especially after having barely just started – but it was hard not to wonder just when it would be that she would get a chance to redeem herself. Sure, her current jobs were providing her with a chance to do some greater good on smaller scales, but she was completely serious about making the deceased proud; it was much more than just an allegory to her. She wanted quantifiable results, and she wanted to do as much good as she could before her time was up.

Eventually Nebula – along with the rest of the group – would spot what appeared to be a group of demons up ahead. Out of instinct, the innocent and inoffensive looking woman would find herself wielding the giant, blood-smeared battle-axe that was her soulbound weapon, and the large and intimidating dragon that was her Persona peeked its ugly head from within her psyche as they all proceeded to engage the demons ahead.