Chapter 111: The Return of the Prince.
Nioh sat at the front of the bay in his floating wheelchair, arms crossed casually. His posture was relaxed, but the moment Akrona stepped in, his eyes locked onto her with a flicker of intensity. He gave her a knowing smirk.
"Everyone," he called out, voice sharp and clear. "Meet Akrona. Don’t let her looks fool you—she’s the strongest warrior I’ve ever come across."
A few chuckles rippled through the hangar. Smirks were exchanged. Akrona stepped forward slowly, uncertainty shadowing her steps.
The first to greet her was a tall man in a silver exosuit, his face slick with sweat and scorched with soot. Flickers of fire still danced along the plating of his suit. His copper eyes, raw and mechanical, rotated subtly as he scanned her.
"I’m X," he said gruffly. "Chief of Security to the prince. Welcome to this dysfunctional excuse of a crew."
Akrona nodded politely.
Next, a quiet figure leaned against a crate—pale skin, narrow eyes, and a presence that radiated cold like a winter storm held behind glass.
"I go by Cryo," he said softly. "I am the young master’s squire."
"Nice to meet you," Akrona replied, her voice low.
A third crew member stepped forward—barefoot, wild-haired, and wearing a patchwork coat of feathers that rustled with every movement. A grin spread across his face.
"Call me Kyle. I cook, tell the best stories, and I’m your navigator. Don’t ask which order matters more."