Way back home 3

His days passed leisurely; he was under close watch, but it didn't matter. He and Zillia could just vanish out of sight using their "friends" help. Maremalle did as she pleased, but Kyrie was sure no one could stop her even if they wanted to.

'She is a pint-sized force of nature, after all.' The chihuahua of fairies, j just as small too. Not facing her full brunt in combat was a fortunate event, much like Yraka, Kyrie only wanted to see Maremalle's strength against their enemies, not aimed at himself.

She was on a limiter, on a tight leash just like Yraka. How much stronger those two, and Ingrid were? How far did the world suppress their strengths? It was the question of the century. Kyrie shook his head suddenly, he had a better thing to do, and a job to finish.

He locked himself in a workshop and worked the entire day, producing weapons and tools for supernaturals, getting a part of the commissions while the society got the bulk.