Using the cursed box.. let's kill them all.

"Done?" Stephen asked, seated on the chair in his hostel room. He was dressed in his night robe, a cigarette in his right hand while listening to the information his followers were about to pass onto him.

"Done. I have spoken to them, we are free to arrive there." Ruxain replied, standing in front of him with an old looking box in her hand, her gaze fixed on him as she waited for his response.

The blue haired boy, Trunks , another one of Stephen's followers, suddenly pointed at the box in Ruxian's hands. "Wooo!! You really plan on using that?" He asked.

"I'm kinda worried too, isn't it supposed to be purely for emergencies or when facing pure bloods?" Fia, another one of Stephen's followers added.

"Shut up, you're too loud." Stephen cut in, flinging the cigarette in his hand away before leaning forward, "Give it here…" His fingers danced, urging Ruxian to give the box to him.

"Hai."

She obeyed.