The slow creaks and wood groaning filled the air as the giant door in front of them was opened by Amaron.
"Just a little bit more...!" Amaron grunted.
His arms clicked and hissed as he pushed the doors open—slowly revealing the scenery from within.
Several individuals—all seemingly had varied reactions as the door in front of them opened.
From writing on something, to inspecting their blades, to fully sleeping across the floor—Some were minding their business, seemingly ignoring Jinn's arrival.
The rest meanwhile, stared directly at Jinn as soon as he entered.
Their judging eyes glistened as they looked at the boy who had inherited Venedix's power—their elder sister's power.
As Venedix's siblings looked at him, Jinn's expression was painted with seriousness as he shifted his gaze from one individual to another—observing them as well with his eye.
Their looks and mannerism varied—which is a given, yet they all had this one similar characteristic.
Their crimson red hair.
Jinn shifted his gaze until he saw a familiar face among the siblings.
Relaxed as if lazy, Zendrell sat at a long couch—along with two other siblings besides him.
He waved enthusiastically at Jinn before letting out a smirked from the corner of his mouth as he winked at him.
Ahem*
"W-Well we have arrived." Amaron stuttered before moving away to leave, "I'll leave you all to your businesses—good luck Little Jinn!" he waved before quickly leaving and closing the door behind Jinn with a loud thud.
As if being thrown to a tank of sharks or left at the den of wolves, Jinn was left inside the room along with the other members of House Sorellia.
Yet he stood with no fear in his eyes—knowing the fact that this might be the chance to learn of his enemy that he could use in the future—if the time comes.
Standing in front of them, Venedix's siblings looked at Jinn up and down, inspecting his face down to his toes—his mannerism, his expression and especially the way he stood.
Jinn's expression meanwhile stayed serious, not even a flicker of fear within his eyes.
As silence and stillness began to fill the room Jinn opened his mouth to speak.
"What? are we gonna stare at each other all da—"
"Tell me—child." said a woman sitting across the couch, sitting on a table as she interrupted Jinn's words—her eyes focused on a pile of documents in front of her.
"Do you know what Eidra is?" she questioned Jinn before looking at him.
"No." Jinn replied immediately.
"Mhm." the woman hummed under her voice before adjusting her glasses—the pen from her hands slipped before she stood to walk towards Jinn.
"Eidra is the force that is present in the air that we breath and the food that we eat." Her footsteps echoed as her hills clacked on the wooden floor.
"It is also the force that makes us—us."
Flipping her hair to the side, she then extended her hand—to conjure a crimson energy.
Its form crackled and roared as its form began to turn into a powerful crimson flame that flowed through the length of her arm like serpents.
"For each civilization, the term 'Eidra' might come in different forms and words."
She then clenched her fist, absorbing the crimson flames within her body—making it disappear.
"Yet all of them functioned the same, used the same—and produced the same." her eyes narrowed as she walked closely towards Jinn.
She then placed her hand on Jinn's shoulder. "And you child—you have inherited Venedix's battle Eidra within you—Sunder Surge."
Jinn shrugged the lady's hand off as he moved his shoulder,
"But that wasn't my choice." Jinn replied, his expression hardened.
"I was supposed to die—yet I was reborn."
With a snap of her arm, the lady grabbed Jinn's chin—with force, as her eyes glared at him.
"Then my sister must have seen something within you."
"Tch!"
Jinn clicked his tongue, before swatting the hand on his chin with his arm.
"Seen? I only acted due to what I believe was the right thing to do."
Another sibling stretched her arm as she sat across the floor, seemingly waking up from her sleep.
Yawn*
"It has been ages since elder sister took an apprentice." she then rose up to sit. "What made her interested in you—I would like to know as well!"
Another sibling scoffed, his back leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he spoke with a muffled voice.
"W-What would s-s-sister even f-find on a d-d-disgusting Rinari l-like this b-boy?"
The sibling stuttered, his mouth moved subtly on the bandage that covered his entire jaw and mouth.
Looking at his sibling, Zendrell paused to think what he just said before looking back at Jinn.
It was just a hunch, but Zendrell himself had thought he saw it as well.
It was no special power, but it was something that pushed Jinn to his limits, something pushing him forward.
It was nothing but sheer unyielding willpower that could not be broken how many times it would be struck—Jinn held the attributes and foundation of a warrior.
And maybe due to this foundation, Zendrell thought—that Venedix had seen it within Jinn and considered him as a worthy individual to inherit her Eidra.
Yet Zendrell thought he can't just jump into conclusions—since he himself cannot fully read Venedix's actions and purposes.
Zendrell scoffed, ruffling his hair backwards with his hands before standing up.
"Let's not waste any more time—Merilyn has asked us to show him how to properly control Venedix's Eidra." Zendrell walked towards Jinn.
"Else, he dies on the second trial due to Eidraburst."
"Wait—I saw one of my friends here—that means the rest must also be here." Jinn's eyes narrowed.
"Where are they?"
Zendrell looked from his shoulder towards Jinn, "Don't worry, Merilyn is definitely overseeing them—in fact, they are probably being trained by her as of this moment."
He then walked pushed the door behind Jinn with one hand—creating a loud thud as it opened almost immediately.
"Follow me kid, it's time you meet Merilyn." he smirked before continuing. "And reunite you with your oh so beloved friends."