When Ghaleon stepped outside, the trio stood in a row with Abaddon on the farthest left and Veleda on the farthest right. The demonic appearing of the trio seemed to be eating the whole ordeal up while the angelic appearing goddess looked down in shame with her hands folded in front of her. She didn't really appear like she wanted to be there. The one in the middle, however, that was dressed in black leather with grey hair, looked rather stoic and bored.<br/><br/><span style="color: #808080"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Well there's one."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #400000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Hm. Figures that one Veleda picked would wander out first. This your big hero Veleda?"</span></span><br/><br/>A harsh glare was directed towards the other two men who seemed to have no trouble man handling her.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Oh quiet you."</span>she spoke to the man in red that she seemed to have the most struggle with.<br/><br/><span style="color: #808080"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Let the others gather and we shall brief them together."</span></span><br/><br/>Veleda looked towards the man with apologetic eyes. She couldn't openly speak her regrets or feelings on the games at the time present, but her look spoke volumes.