While Jin and Ysabelle were enjoying their alone time together in the stomach of Eyghon, the world outside wasn't as blissful.
"You turds! You had one job! One job!!! To secure your sister! How the hell did you fail so miserably?!"
One burly, middle-aged man could be seen shouting his lungs out at two younger men. They all had rich obsidian hair, making it hard for anyone to distinguish them based on their hair colour. Not to mention, they were all stacked with veiny, red muscles, all jammed in a body that was easily two metres in height.
However, despite their similarities, there was no question about who was in charge and who was subservient.
"F-Father, by the time we arrived, Y-Ysabelle had been…"
"Don't say it! Don't you dare say it!"