80. Four-Days

"Welp, I'm not certain why it'd choose our vessel," Rita shrugged, hiding her pensive mood. Spirits were better than humans at concealing emotions.

The triplets could only wonder a bit before snapping out of it. It had not even been an hour since they left Gran-Tor and trouble had already washed over them. They could only remain severe at the thought of such attacks occurring several times.

Rita on the other hand kept her eye on Tristan. Then again, how could she not?

The triplets descended to the second deck to voice an apology for the inconvenience. In truth, they had used force to ensure Tristan complied. Mira's fourth-class strength swallowed his attempts, and in mere seconds he had been in his room.