Enel Leaves Nothing To Chance

The mysterious figures stepped out of the shadows, their presence sending a wave of tension through the room. Their skin shimmered faintly, a bioluminescent glow that became more pronounced as they moved into the light. This was no magic—it was an innate ability of their kind, one that made them particularly lethal. The bowl of forgiveness might have dulled their magic, but this natural trait remained unaffected, ensuring they were still formidable assassins.

Enel's eyes scanned them briefly, his smirk growing. He didn't flinch or sit up from where he lounged on the bed. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, as if the situation didn't concern him at all.

Then another figure stepped forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over the others. Prince Calcium emerged, his confident smile as wide as his shoulders. His ornate armor reflected the light, and his eyes burned with arrogance.