Wind howled through the forest as Elian's party ran beneath the canopy.
Three wolves led the charge—two gleaming constructs of Living Metal, one proud and breathing, still of flesh. With them came two humans: one astride a metal wolf, the other a ghost of breathtaking beauty, flying at their side alongside a flock of burning swallows.
It was a group whose members had no business being together. Yet little did the world know that this group would soon become one of the most feared factions in the galaxy.
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"Elian, what are you doing?"
Bianca asked in wonder as she saw Elian fiddling with the magic bags. He was pulling out various objects and putting them back.
"Oh, I was just dividing our supplies. We got Heaven's Fist's magic bag which is actually better than the one you have." Elian pulled out a potion from one bag and placed it in the other. "That way, even if we get separated everyone has the essential necessities."
