The Lair
Accepting the extended hand from the mysterious man, he shook it slowly before letting out the question he held, "...Sorry, but what's going on? Which one of you is my Soulbound Spirit? The little–I mean, Hextrice, or you?"
The man looked at him with his eyes mostly hidden by his bright-red bangs, "Both."
"Both…?"
"You have six Soulbound Spirits, Master Emilio," Gavill told him.
"Six…? Six?!" He repeated in surprise.
Now that he looked at the six-pointed star he had on his palm, it started to piece together what was happening, though of course, it was too good to be true from what Gavill explained next:
"It's extremely rare. Though, unfortunately…you'll only be able to manifest one of us at a time right now. And more so…" Gavill scratched his head.
While he stood there, he felt a numbness overcoming his limbs before a prickly sensation ran across his skin. It was a jarring feeling, but he ignored it for the moment.
"More so?"