Al’nehak scowled angrily. The cover that she had maintained was unmasked in the blink of an eye. Rare was the case when a necromancer’s reputation was in good standing. Now that her true name was known, it would be a matter of time before the others gathered in this room learn of her past actions. How would they react then?

She gave all the occupants a cursory look. The host in question, Madam Royce, was not what she had anticipated. A mere child? She certainly acted like one from the way she twirled her hair and laughed. Worse, her saccharine disposition and know-it-all attitude reminded her of someone she’d knew in the past. Al’nehak felt a dull pain once again in her chest. 

She had introduced everyone as if she had knew them already. Was she clairvoyant? A seer perhaps? Regardless, the fact that this Royce seemingly knew a lot her yet she herself knew next to nothing did not sit well with Al’nehak. Ignoring the pain in her chest, Al’nehak carefully considered the child’s words. The most important she said was that Vis had brought them back to life to fight the dark moon. If her words rang true, then true resurrection was possible! How else could she explain her and the others coming back to life? But, could such a power be wielded in mortal hands? Surely, such a thing was reserved for gods? Her brain trembled. This dark moon became more and more alluring.

As for the others, what brought them here? She turned towards the barbarian looking man. Burly and a powerful physique. He had originated from the northern empire most likely. Madam Royce called her Genbu. Unremarkable so far. Her eyes fell upon strangest occupant of the room. It was clearly humanoid but quite different. Horns, avian features-those were avian features- what and who was this Maire? Did she, no, did it bring about considerable attention on its way here?

Then came Ante and Auges. She called them by their other title, the sister saints, and there was little reason to not believe Madam Royce’s words. Still, to see these two legends standing before her alive was quite surprising. 

“I always thought that legends exaggerated how youthful the Sister Saints were but to think I am seeing them both in the flesh. It is true then, both are as short as the stories say. You told me a small lie 'Augestine', I had my suspicions when-” Al’nehak began to quip as Auges coldly brushed past Ante. 

She stopped herself from finishing her sentence. Would one not welcome a family member with open arms instead of that cold greeting she had just saw? “Bad timing. Is that animosity I sense?” Al’nehak wondered to herself.

"...Hey you're miss Rice, right?" Auges replied with a giggle, walking over to Royce. "When do we get the free rice dishes? If you know who I am, then you know I haven't had a decent meal in nearly two thousand years if that's when Harena fell."

Al’nehak let out a small chuckle. “Making that joke at my expense, how very nice of you Auges Magnus.”