"So you fought under the boss too?" Citar asked as the Athamana team followed Kamu towards the school. The ghost-man just laughed at the question.
"Who didn't fight under him at that time?" He stopped suddenly, then put one hand on his hip and pointed at Razvan with the other. "Everyone fought under Athira." As this sentence left his lips, the Athamanas looked at their leader with wide eyes as one, whose face showed no emotion.
"Congratulations! You should have been smarter than Laik." Svihák hit the ghost-man in the back of the head.
"Why now?" Kamu asked, squeezing his neck. "You said they knew."
"They knew that he was Csito, they didn't know that bit." Etele folded his arms in front of him, and the ghost-man's eyes widened.
"You didn't know?" Kamu turned to the team.
"Do we look like we did?" Teveli spread his arms.
"Okay, then back, baby. Let's not discuss it here." Kamu announced as he turned on his heel, then snapped one that only made the Athamanas look at him strangely.
"What's this..." Benkó began, when a very familiar figure, Professor Biaskoncy, appeared, kneeling before the ghost-man.
"Vietryk." The red-clad teacher bowed his head.
"Tell the others. I'm going to my office and bringing guests." Kamu announced.
"Yes." He got the answer before the teacher disappeared again.
"Well, how did you do that?" Suk grunted, who had never seen the teacher like this since he met him.
"We'll get there, Zovárd, don't worry. Follow me." He waved as he started down from Floating Air Barracks to the Floating Barracks. No one in the city looked in the direction of the group, it was as if they were walking like ghosts. Kamu led the group into a simple orange-painted building. Just like in the famous blacksmith's workshop, a set of stairs led down into the depths.
However, at the end of the stairs there was only a closed door, but there was no lock on it. Kamu, not paying attention to the group's puzzled looks, simply placed his palm on the seemingly metal plate, on which a summoning circle flashed in a reddish light, then immediately faded and the door opened.
On the other side, there was a single wide corridor with many doors on both sides and opposite the group. Hooded men dressed in black were walking up and down the corridor, all of whom were looking at the group curiously, but none of them dared to speak to them as Kamu led them through the opened corridor to the opposite side. The ghost-man opened the door that hid a room.
"Take a seat. The last one closes the door. I ment you by that, Biaskoncy." Kamu noted as he entered the room and, paying no attention to the group, walked to the table against the far wall, where there were papers lying on it.
The group, although suspicious, took a seat at the long table that took up most of the room as a result of the statement that was clearly intended as an order. Only then did they take a closer look at the place. The table and chairs were carved from dark wood, maps hung on the walls, and in front of Kamu on the wall was a portrait of the ghost-man, but in red clothes.

"When did we change tailors anyway? I like the new armor, Biaskoncy." Kamu asked.
"When I got the title Vietryk, Ishán." He got the answer from the teacher standing at the door.
"It suits you." Kamu looked back over his shoulder at the man.

"Thank you." The man swallowed hard after his answer.
"Hmm... Hmm... We've become ninety-eight percent? Eh... What's happened in the last hundred years?" The ghost-man asked aloud, as he looked at and turned over the papers lying on the small table placed against the wall.
"We had reasons, Vietryk." Biaskoncy's hands clenched into fists, but when the team looked at him, the man was still standing in the doorway, staring at the ground.
"Don't you accept all requests?" Kamu asked, not moving.
"We..." He was about to answer, but the ghost-man beat him to it.
"Sorry, that's a bad question. Ninety-eight percent means that we listen, but we won't fulfill it. What kind of request is it that we won't fulfill?" Another question came, to which Professor Biaskoncy didn't answer at that time. "We are the best. If someone asks the Immortal Mist to kill someone, the Immortal Mist will kill the target. That's all." Kamu announced in a cold voice.
"Even if it's a comrade of ours?" The angry question came out of the teacher, about whom as the moments passed became increasingly clear that teaching was not exactly his main form of livelihood.
"Even if it's your own family." Kamu said, still with his back to the team, then slowly turned and looked at the man standing in front of the door with an emotionless look. "Even if it's you yourself." He finished, then pulled out the chair at the head of the table and sat on it, throwing his legs up on the table, then clasped his hands behind his neck and closed his eyes. "Don't look as if I fed you horse shit, Biaskoncy. Put your ass down next to the table, I won't kill you." Here the ghost-man opened his eyes. "Nobody hired me for it."
" Then why did you come back?" The question fell out of Biaskoncy, but he still didn't move from the door. Kamu just rolled his eyes.
"My coming back has nothing to do with the Immortal Mist at the moment. So would you finally sit down? It's starting to get annoying that you're hanging around like my little brother when he couldn't do mom's sword-wielding technique." The one sitting at the head of the table grumbled, and with this he made Biaskoncy although slowly but taking a seat at the other head of the table opposite him.
"Okay, I'll be the one to ask the question." Etele spoke up from Rahul's side. "What the Fene, the ancestors, the ghosts from the Shadow World, the fucking God's Whip and the boot soles of the Tapló leader are going on here?" He cursed himself, then looked around at the group. "Sorry, kids."
"This won't be a short story." Kamu said, straightening up in his chair and putting his feet on the ground.
"We have time, brother." Kele appeared next to Teveli, the black spots on him already starting to fade.
"Am I the only one who got stuck at the boss being Athira?" Citar asked, pointing at Razvan with the index finger of his left hand. "I haven't even caught the rest yet." He grimaced.
"I don't know why you're so surprised, Bolacsuk." Suk also spoke up. "We always knew that the boss was much stronger than we thought." He noted. "I'm more interested in this Immortal Mist thing, and why my master is acting like a little girl?"
"Biaskoncy! When did I give you permission to take on an apprentice?!" Kamu asked in a low, icy voice, looking directly at the man.
"Never, Vietryk." One of the teachers at the Floating Air Barracks lowered his head again.
"We'll talk about this later." Kamu sighed, then leaned his elbows on the table. "So, the easiest way for me to answer all your questions is to tell you my life story." He began.
"I don't think we're interested in your life story, Kamu. Three-quarters of your days are spent sleeping." Etele rolled his eyes.
"Maybe." Kamu smiled faintly. "I'll tell you anyway. It all started more than a millennium ago, before Athira led his troops beyond the Karrabata." He nodded towards Razvan, who returned the gesture. "When we didn't know father and mother yet." He looked at Etele. "Shortly after our sister was born."
"You have a sister?" Teveli asked, looking now at Kele, now at Kamu.
"Yes, Keche was the most brilliant little girl that Mother Earth carried on her back." Kele smiled and so did Kamu at the same time.
"It's a pity that the world around her was so dark." The ghost-man said in a low, sad voice.
"What?" Kele suddenly turned to his brother.
"Forgive me, brother, but it was better if you didn't know about it. You didn't have to remember what he became." Kamu sighed. "But now is the time for you to know the truth." Kamu's gaze grew longing, just like Razvan's usually does when images from the distant past come to life before his eyes.