Chapter 56: Seraphs Hollow
"What the hell are we doing here again?" Fenric growled, scratching violently at his silver hair, claws raking through it like he was digging for treasure-or trouble.
"Can you not fling your fleas everywhere, you deranged mutt?" Eri snapped, smacking his hand away with a sharp glare.
Fenric’s eyes narrowed. "Who you calling mutt, you rat-faced banshee?"
They were nose to nose now, practically vibrating with the urge to kill each other. Again.
Lucy sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Gods... It’s like babysitting two rabid toddlers."
He stepped between them and pointed to the massive, rune-etched teleportation pods glowing softly nearby. "Focus. We’re here to recruit our sixth and final team member. And the only way to reach them is through those."
The pods were colossal—spherical capsules forged from shimmering crystal and dark steel, humming with quiet, arcane energy. Normally reserved for Giants, the pods allowed them to traverse the palace without wrecking the smaller corridors. But on rare occasions—like today—they could pierce through reality itself, connecting to Seraphine’s pocket realms, realms where only the gods walked freely.
That’s where they were headed.
Llarm shifted nervously, his tail flicking behind him. "Where exactly are we going that needs teleportation?"
Lucy raised a brow. "Don’t tell me the mighty hero’s scared of a little adventure."
Llarm let out a shaky laugh and scratched the back of his head. "Pfft—no, of course not. I’m just exhausted from all the hero-ing. You know how it is. Saving the world. Daily cardio."