Just a few moments before Bloodwave and the uninvited guest appeared in the runic hall of the Night Garden, Jet, who had been looking at her fellow Saints with a wary expression, smiled suddenly.
She turned to Nightwalker.
"You know what? I think I'll take that shift, after all. You look exhausted."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?"
Jet was already stepping into the runic circle.
She maintained an easy smile as a cold shiver ran down her spine.
"What's this? You don't seem happy at all. After complaining so much…"
She patted him on the shoulder and gently pushed him out of the circle. Nightwalker seemed a little reluctant, but he did not have a reason to refuse, so he left without saying anything.
By then, the silhouettes of two people were already forming in the air.
