Aether had been doing his daily commissions to earn some mora for him and his travel companion Paimon, although he had found himself in quite a pickle when he was surrounded by to mitachurl with rock shields. Aether clenched his sword in his fist as he prepared for battle, although before he could attack, wind gusted in front of him and the mitachurls were dead. Aether stared in front of him in shock until his eyes laid on Xiao, the adeptus he was very fond of.

“I had it handled..”