Blood dripped from your wounds as you stumbled about in the forest of the N109-Zone after an intense fight with Wanderers. As you panted and looked around, more shrieking of Wanderers boomed behind you as you raised your weapon, you weren’t going down without a fight.

In a flash, black and red mist wisp past you as it took out the hoards of Wanderers in a single blow. The familiar colors brought you some sense of solace as his familiar form came into view.

As the night set in, you were brought back to Onychinus’ base in the arms of Sylus. He gentle sat you down on the medical bed before rummaging around to find tools to fix you up.

“Take off your clothes, don’t worry I won’t look. I just need to take care of those wounds” Sylus hummed as he closed his eyes, waiting for an ‘okay’ from you.

Despite being former enemies, Sylus had always been there to back you up. Even if it had never been said, actions spoke louder than words.