Time soon passed, and with the exit of Aelinor, Damien and the others soon made their way to the carriage.
Donning all black cloaks and a pure black mask showing only their pupils, they made their way out of the Elf forest.
With Alfred at the wheel, Damien and others began talking about their plans as they slowly trotted out of the empire.
"Ugh… this mask is so hot. Stupid empire! Making us want, making us hide our identities!"
"If I get the opportunity, I wouldn't mind using my gravity to crush the entire imperial palace."
Crossing her arms in anger, Isabelle complained about how uncomfortably the black wooden mask stuck to her face.
According to her characteristics of flame, Damien had given her one carved with an angry expression and a flame mark between its forehead.
And although it looked cool, Isabelle wished she didn't have to wear it.
In fact, not only her, as none of the girls liked the cloak and mask, as they felt their movements and air being somewhat restricted.
