Eeshoo Nephilim.
During Emery's academy years, that name had stood at the peak of their generation. A prodigy of Nephilim descent, Eeshoo had been both a friend and a rival—someone Emery had measured himself against more than once, sometimes fighting alongside him, sometimes standing directly opposite.
When Eeshoo arrived, his gaze lingered on Emery for a brief moment.
It was not hostile.
Nor was it friendly.
Something complicated flickered in his eyes—recognition, assessment, a trace of something left unspoken. Yet he offered no greeting. Instead, he turned away deliberately, nodding first to Atlas, then to the overseer, acknowledging them with calm respect.
Emery's Dark Avatar caught the subtle change in Jinkan's expression as Eeshoo appeared. Whatever emotions stirred beneath her calm exterior, she suppressed them quickly and stepped forward.
"Let's go," she said coolly. "Lead the way."
