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"Oh she's right here." Gran pointed at Shimo, who had been sitting in front of him. "We were just talking about how to get her to come to us." he stated and leaned back. "I'm sure you can persuade her as we practically raised you."
"And why?' Gran raised an eyebrow. "She's already an adept trained killer, she can use multiple weapons, her knowledge of methods of killing is superb for someone her age, she's very cunning and has great stealth." he listed with his fingers and then looked at Shimo. "Besides she's part of the Ebansu clan, they're not that different from us if they train their heirs in the art of killing from the moment they're born hell her two sisters are part of Black Shadow's strongest team and you've seen he brother Jakku."
Serah narrowed her eyes. "So, you would purposely attempt to bring a nine-year old girl into this organization... I thought you'd know the consequences of that- AAH!" Serah's voice began to teeter off, the girl holding her head as it nearly throbbed.
"Let me at him!!" Soulless was incredibly feisty, now. Bloodthirsty.
"You were raised here since you were young, everyone here was." Gran nodded his head before pointing at Damien and Apollo. "And she's already way way ahead from where you guys were at her age." he stated before grinning. "And it seems like Soulles wants to come out."
***
The group had finally reached the area that was underneath the hole of the cube. As they stepped on a circular area that was on it a light shone down upon them, causing them to start floating. "Isn't this kind of convenient." Klay pointed out.
Serah's entire body suddenly just... stopped. She no longer felt... pain. No.
No, there was definitely no pain. In fact... the girl was surprised. And happy. So happy that she let a smirk cross her lips. Standing to her feet, she let her breath even out; letting a small chuckle erupt from her lips. Her voice was heavier, darker. And her energy, untamed.
Looking up, that look of cold impassiveness was gone completely. Left only was the shell of her former self. And her true personality took shape.
"Feels good to be out again," the girl only stated. Serah was locked away, now. Her eyes, once cold and warming, were now daggers of pure ice.
Gran didn't say anything, instead staring at her as a grin crossed his face. He then turned to his glass and finished downing his drink before throwing the glass aside, causing it to shatter and make a loud noise when it collided with the floor. "Welcome back, did you have a nice dream?."
Soulless only cracked her shoulder. "Yeah, you could say that," she stated. "Had a dream that some pansy-ass bitch locked me up in her head. Scary shit, I gotta' say."
"Come on Shimo,"Gran chuckled. "Tell you what." he stated as he looked at her. "How about a battle against one of my soldiers or me for that matter, if you win we'll let you do whatever you want."
"Which is why I propose this to you." Gran nodded his head. "I'm sure it shouldn't be too hard for you to defeat me, unless you really are afraid."
***
The Slayers meanwhile had finally entered the cube and were now standing inside of a small room of rock. There were multiple paths to their sides, though Klay already feel hesitant. "How long do you think we've got."
"I'd say a little under two minutes before it starts moving around again." Sakura stated.
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