Dante whistled at the dark pit. He turned around looking at the group.
"So who is the first? It might be a trap for all we know." Dante said.
Ashar smiled without saying a word and slowly walked toward the edge of the cliff. He nodded to himself and jumped.
Dante watched him fall until the darkness swallowed him whole.
"Guess. He is the crazy one." He muttered to himself.
"Yeah, he is like that. Sorry if we cause any trouble." Domas said and followed Ashar, leaping through the air with his sword.
Kale was the last. He gave a glance at Dante, not sure he wanted to trust him. He then let out a sigh and jumped.
Dante looked at the trio and his expression went cold. He needed to know more information about them, especially Ashar. That young man gave him a familiar feeling and yet even stranger one.
It was he was composed of many people. Talking him was like giving a speech to a crowd. This was not just a side effect of his power.
Dante grabbed his face.
