The image before them faded away, leaving a trio of heavy breaths hanging in the air. There was an oppressive atmosphere that hung in the air, and all of a sudden even Exsaa and Wren had no desire to joke around any longer.
SHIING.
A sword appeared in Wren's hand, swirling masses of Flux Mana twirling around it. It was only as his aura steadily climbed that he began to calm somewhat. His blade was like its own soothing call to him.
After a long while, he exhaled a breath and turned to leave.
"We should do this together," Vellan said.
"No," Wren said before vanishing.
Vellan didn't go after him. He knew why Wren made this choice; he wasn't following just any normal Flux Swordsman Path. Of them all, he had probably suffered at the hands of their Young Master the most.
