Old wounds

"Be it gods, demons, dynasties, cult, churches, or just mere mortals. If they dare to come, we'll face them all."

Rio's words echoed in the room, and for a moment everything turned to silence.

All questions, all doubts, _ everything else didn't seem to matter anymore, as what he said now, resonated so well with everyone.

Keeping Amy's secret wasn't because they were afraid of the world, it was simply because revealing it would be risky and a tad bit troublesome.

But since the cat's out of the bag now, all they could do is just gear up.

Rio and Amy stayed in the room for some more time, discussing some random things, before agreeing on their roles and leaving for the night.

The party's preparations were left for mother to handle. Invitations to their father. And promotion, well, that was the kid's responsibility.

With the clout and buzz blooming around Amy and Rio, who could do it better.

"Good night, mother."