Dermin

Wain and Fosko walked to the secret tunnel for quite a long time until they reached an old wooden door that seemed like it could fall apart at any moment.

Creak.

Fosko opened the gate as, from the darkness, two pairs of green eyes approached them with emerald blades to their necks.

"Hey, guys, I think you're too tense." Fosko uttered with an awkward look as he held his hands up.

"Fosko...? What are you doing here...?" The girl with her long red hair asked. She, like Fosko, had cat ears and vertical pupils.

"Why shouldn't I be here? This is home!" Fosko uttered while shaking his head.

"But... You went to the Colosseum to find the right fighter, it's only been a few hours..." The girl with the rosebud on her head muttered as she took the blade away from Fosko's neck.

"Have you forgotten who I am? Here, this guy is the best option that could be!" Fosko exclaimed as he pointed at Wain with his hands.