Arthur's grin was all teeth."So, do we have a deal?"
Raven extended her hand.
"We do."
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The night air in Neo-Luminara's entertainment district hung thick with neon haze, pulsing to the distant thrum of bass from nearby clubs as Arthur stepped out of the derelict Iron Serpent.
His polished custom shoes crunched over shards of broken glass as he made his way toward a sleek, armored limousine idling at the curb.
The vehicle, a custom Osborn Elysium X700, gleamed under flickering streetlights, its matte black finish swallowing reflections like a void, its a custom made car Oscar made for everyone in the family well not everyone.
A mountain of a man in a tailored suit stood beside the rear door, his gloved hand already reaching for the handle.
Krayev, Arthur's personal shadow and War God Level Bodyguard, inclined his head slightly as the door swung open without a sound.
"Sir," he rumbled, his voice like gravel underfoot.
