Marked by the Kyusei

Art’s grip on his weapon weakened slightly at the sight of the person staring down at him.

From the inscriptions on her eye, he could tell—she was part of that group.

And judging by the sheer presence she exuded, she was powerful. Very powerful.

Fighting was out of the question.

"Is something wrong?"

Another voice drifted in.

'Wait… there’s two of them?' Art’s panic grew, now visible on his face. 'I didn’t even notice either of them…'

"Yes. Someone’s here," the woman responded, narrowing her eyes at him. "Though I’m still debating whether he’s here on purpose… or if he’s just lost. Because coming here at that level of strength would be incredibly stupid."

Art didn’t even have the luxury of feeling insulted.

His mind was working at full speed, trying to figure out how to leave here alive.

The second figure—the male—arrived at the scene, his gaze settling on Art.