"Hahaha…"
Imperius laughed, and his eyes turned green, glowing with power—the white hair of his started floating—he was ready to fight.
Xerxus pointed his gold-silver revolver at him, cocked the hammer, and put his hooked finger on the trigger.
"Enough, both of you."
Old King pushed his hand down on the revolver and put his hand in front of Imperius—his voice had a soothing effect.
"I was aware of both of your identities ever since both of you became part of Martial Order—I knew the past you two had—but I knew when a push came to shove, you'd know to ignore the old rivalries and come to work for a common good."
Old King said.
"For good? I don't mind helping you, but this pirate scum has never done anything good."
Xerxus said coldly.
Imperius scoffed with a smirk on his face.
"My name is Pankratios King."
Old King said.
"Pankratios…"
Imperius frowned, as he could swear that he remembered that name from somewhere, and Xerxus' eyes widened in recognition.
