The wind sweeping across the floating mountain of Hubin was cold, carrying the scent of strange, glowing purple flora.
"Welcome home, little brother," the masked youth chuckled. "I've been waiting for you."
Hide's eyes narrowed. Every muscle in his body coiled like a spring.
"Don't call me that," He said, his voice a growl. "You are not my brother. And this isn't my home."
Behind the porcelain mask, Rosh tilted his head, letting out an amused, mocking sigh.
"Still clinging to that pathetic human delusion?" Rosh drawled, taking a slow step down the stone steps. "I was told you know the truth of what you are, you don't? Yet you still pretend you belong down in the mud with those fragile insects?"
Hide didn't care about the philosophy. His True Sight swept over the masked figure and behind him. The massive stone gates could not be peered through for some reason.
