“People have lost a lot more than a house,” Kiara replied back bitingly. “Though I assume she hasn’t even considered that, now has she? Besides, I lost everything a long time ago and you don’t see me complaining. Whining gets you nowhere.”

As she said this, she led Elliot out of the small hotel and into the busy streets. Not liking the now crowded area and the glaring visibility, the Catalyst put her hood up and smirked.

“Now then, that’s enough about Trixie. She’s Giltwith’s problem right now. We need to be focusing on finding others…do you know these streets well?”

Further behind them, Giltwith nodded in approval of Trixie’s suggestion. Of course as an A.I., it was probably just best to reprogram Trixie and rewrite her initial commands. Overwriting them for combat potential seemed to be the quicker route.

“Alright then. But, uh, if you don’t mind me asking…what are your current settings? If I had an idea, I might be able to help in some way.”

Not too far away, Melody grunted in agreement to Cyrias’ words. Spencer was something else. It almost seemed as if he were something more deadly than an average demon. He certainly didn’t act like one of the regular mindless killing machines.

Just what did he have in mind?

“Well we might as well pursue our targets,” the Lumen Elf mumbled.