[b]Silence, then the door opened wider, Chloe standing there in a different set of [url=https://i.imgur.com/QzQEf6l]attire.[/url] A vest, black jeans, and her Lin flowing hair... She looked normal, at least as normal as a faint blue glowing alien could get.[/b] [i]"He's dead...?"[/i] [b]The old royal protector had known Chloe for years... She had grown up with him. Aurox was a good friend... A father figure in place of her money consumed biological father. He was gruff and she only saw him every so often, but he had been good...[/b] // [b]Imogen tilted his head, tossing Ian a small vial. For some reason... He liked the kid. Maybe it was the fire, the way he fought... The passion. Blazoned with youth and the quick maturity that came with his line of work.[/b] [i]"Trust me kid... If you knew the old Damien... You'd hate him too."[/i] [b]Imogen hated Damien for many reasons, one in particular driving him this far... But he... He was growing weary. He didn't like to admit it... But without Damien... He had nothing to fight for. His purpose had been killing the Lordan head, but the exhilaration had only lasted for a few short moments... Creed had now lost his will to fight.[/b] [i]"Go home, Ian... The fights over... I won..."[/i] [b]Imogen remarked, half-heartedly, clearly disappointed.[/b]