DEBT

"The Grim Reaper" Misaka whispered. Eyes wide and hands folded. Her eyes trailed towards the left. Towards Quinn.

And the scythe carved into his neck.

'Do you fear death, child?'

Quinn swallowed thickly and drank from his cup. Once he put it down he finally managed to croak out, "This cult. What's their name?"

Kyle shrugged, "I really don't know. They became extinct years ago. But that isn't what's important now. What is important is you knowing that your life is in danger, Quinn"

For some reason, Quinn was not surprised.

"Explain," he said.

"What you broke," she began, "The black orb. It had been in our possession for nearly two hundred years. Gathering dust in a conclave that we rarely went into. not until two days ago"

"Sultria?"

"Yes, my mistress decided to try making the power in the orb hers once more. But just like all the other times. It failed."

"Do you know why?"