Arome was still reeling from the contents of the Twins blood oath. He turned to look at Rowan, who had an equally shocked look on his face, and a little bit of a blush too. Just to spite their mother, Luna and Astra had given an oath that was pretty much a slave contract/declaration of love. It was confusing, but she was simply supposed to just say she would be his client for the entirety of her superhero career. He was not so heartless as to make her sign her entire life away to him. It had been a test on his part to see just how far she could go and how far he could push her.The Twins were powerful, they were S-rank in power. And even though they were unrefined and not trained. That can be handled quickly. He knew he had a pair of women with the potential to unseat his cousin as the most famous hero of the younger generation. If he could not have his throne, then he would deny his cousin the one thing the bastard cared about more than anything else in the world. His ego and his fam

[Skill: Regal Bearing/ Rank: E-: The skill is a passive that governs the way a true royal carried themselves. It draws from the presence and charm start./ Subskill: Commanding Presence: As a leader, a firm tone, and Imposing aura is required. This is a passive skill granting a permanent but slight boost to the presence stat. It also makes your followers more likely to follow your orders.]It was becoming a theme with the system by this point. From what it could see, it was grooming him to be a sort of public figure. Which frankly speaking is what a manager is. They were the liaisons between their heroes and the rest of the world and were usually just as famous as their heroes. All of these skills about making his presence more felt. An image was being built, and for a manager that was the most important. You were usually the first perception of the world had of your hero, and it was important what sort of image your projected. It was also how you could negotiate deals on their behalf,

Arome might have been complaining, but he still jumped regardless. And not a moment too soon as the two clones of Ceberus had reached him at that exact moment. But it was obvious these hounds were not willing to let him go. The Ceberus clones jumped after him, with one of them keeping from railing to railing in order to keeping. It’s balance. The other just threw caution out of the wind and angled it’s massive body as it chased Arome down multiple floors. The Mad Lion in the other hand was extremely accommodating, he welcomed Ceberus attack, all he had on his mind right now was a bit of payback after the brutal death he had experienced at the jaws of this demon. He pulled his sword out and twisted his body as he used Heavy Blow. The sword developed a shimmering blue haze as it sliced through the middle head of the Ceberus, the demon’s own Inertia carrying its towards as the sword sliced it in half, like a knife through butter. Even as he fell, Arome was showered with gore, the bloo

Luna it seems as a lot more ruthless and ferocious than her sister. The massive metal spike broke into hundreds of smaller pieces, and blasted outwards, similar to a shotgun’s buck shots. Screams filled the air as close to half a dozen cultists crashed to the ground. Many of them were already dead, the others were severely injured and wished they were dead. Nevertheless they had both set the tone, and Arome was remiss to be left behind. He stepped into the hallway, two cultists turned and took to their heels. Arome let out two bullets, taking them both at the back of their necks, before they crashed to the ground.Arome rushed forwards, ignoring the cries of the cultists that had been injured as he pulled out his blade. Perhaps there was no need for him to go ahead, but he was the vanguard. And it was rapidly starting to look like Luna and Astra never needed him in the first place. At the end of the hallway we’re a single doorway. Without a doubt he was sure the Blights or more of the

Arome had no idea how to answer that question, and that was simply because even he had no idea what secret he seems to be hiding. But ultimately it wasn’t a question he was asked in order for him to give answers. He kept quiet as he watched both Blights, exchange a small smile. Mistress Blight-Soul turned away from Arome as she faced Astra. She gave her a small smile then reached out the caress the side of her face. A haunted and sad look seemed to cross her face for a few moments, before she pulled her hand back, when Astra wouldn’t stop glaring at her.“You know it hurts to see you looking at me like this Astra. Not when I brought you into this world, not when I’m your real mother and all Marisa did was steal everything, I ever cared about away from me.” Arome raised an eyebrow then turned to look at Astra who had a confused expression on her face. Suddenly the Intercom came alive, and Marisa Boyce’s tired yet frantic voice came through. Without a doubt that was a red flag for Arome