Everyone jumped up, chairs clattering, food flying. Only Selvara stayed in her seat, eyes locked on the cloaked man who hadn't moved an inch.
A patron screamed, "Demon attack! Run!" and chaos broke loose. People stumbled over each other, pushing and shouting as they fled out.
The leader of the Pale Hands sighed, rubbing his temple., "And here I told her not to run wild."
"Why? Why would you show yourself like this?" Selvara demanded, standing up.
"Ohh... Can't a leader come to greet his old team member?" He said calmly.
"Cut the crap," She snapped. "Answer me properly. And why the hell is she here?"
He gestured toward the destroyed wall lazily. "She wanted to see her dear Onee-chan."
"Huh?" She cried, "That doesn't explain why would you show yourself."
"I just wanted to have a discussion with this Child Of Prophecy. And the best way would be having no secrets. Don't you think?" He said, voice calm as ever.
