Maybe to regular family members, asking one's siblings for a favor wasn't a big deal.
In fact, Rayna had even seen it occur among the regular citizens during the first attack on Flendon.
Those willing to take up arms for their family, brothers willingly sacrificing their lives for their little or even big sisters.
However, for Rayna, it was different. The Neverfall Clan, sticking true to the Demonic Clan ways, didn't care for blood ties—everything was about power.
Han and Fing were both second to Belil in terms of power. So Rayna asking them for a favor was like asking a boss in a large company to do something on their behalf.
It was an awkward feeling for Rayna, and in the world of warriors, where she was related by blood, asking was an embarrassment for her.
Yet, she was willing to swallow her pride in this moment to ask for this favor.
Although Pagna warriors were often cruel and could take out entire clans with a flick of their wrist, just like her father had done with one of the Light Faction, Rayna didn't want this for Raze.
Right now, Raze was just consumed by anger, and it was quite clear why—because he cared for Safa and for the people of Flendon.
These feelings were what made Raze different from her father and the rest of those at the top of the food chain in the world of Pagna.
She felt like Raze was on the cusp of a change, and he was close to tipping over to the other side.
The Behemoth Clan was clearly retreating. Now that they no longer had Sha Mo or the pillars, the members would be fine.
For a long time, the Behemoth Clan members had bullied their way with their size in the Demonic Clan, so the other clans, the towns, and the local people wouldn't be nice to them after this.
Maybe Rayna did have a bit of her father's blood in her because she didn't actually care about the Behemoth Clan members themselves; she just cared about what Raze might become.
After making the request to her brothers, she continued to bow her head.
"Are we even sure that's your husband out there?" Fing scratched the back of his head and opened up his gourd. He started to drink away.
The others watching raised their eyebrows, as they were sure they saw flames being consumed by the item. Yet where did they go? And just what was Fing drinking from it?
"I mean, he's an old man right now, and he has a lot of power."
"Stop teasing her," Han said as he barged into Fing's shoulder. "We were watching and witnessed him change into what he is now. We don't know why he is the way he is.
"But one thing is clear—he was able to take down Sha Mo. Fighting him would be quite the test of our powers."
Rayna soon raised her head. Her lips opened and closed as she struggled to speak. It seemed her brothers were already accepting the request, but she realized that she needed to make one more thing clear to them.
"Please!" Rayna said. "Can you bring him back alive? I just want you to stop him from doing this.
"I will do whatever you want. I will pull out from the Neverfall Clan, serve you, and do any dirty work that is requested. Please just accept my request," Rayna asked.
The two of them turned around and could see Raze in the distance, still taking care of the Behemoth members that had turned their backs.
"When an enemy is incredibly strong, it's a hard task to do," Han said. "And honestly, from what I saw, it might be even hard for us to beat him."
Regardless of Han's words, the two of them walked forward, and Rayna had hope that her brothers had accepted her request.
It was twice in one day that she had been surprised by her family's actions—first her father, and now her brothers.
"Will they be alright?" Mada asked.
"I guess since you guys are from the Dark Faction, you don't know much about them," Mantis said. "Right now, it will be like Raze is going up against two Sha Mos."
"Yeah, and we saw how easily he dealt with him," Liam added.
Which had put everyone in silence for a moment.
Raze was continuing out on the field, mostly fighting those with his wind magic. One of the warriors had bravely decided to charge at him with his sword.
With the movements of his fingers in the air, a wind strike had cut through the sword, making it fall in half.
That was the least of the warrior's worries, as he had a large cut on his stomach.
"That's it, that's it!" the bloody woman shouted in Raze's head. With each kill, it was almost as if she was getting more excited herself. "It's because of all of these that the people you care about were taken from you, all of them!"
Names repeated over in Raze's head—Sabrina, Jake, Safa—on top of that, the names of each of the Grand Magus and what they had done, and what Raze had been put through in his life.
His body was acting on autopilot, just attacking those that came close or in sight.
Even when he attacked, at times he saw the images of the Grand Magus on their faces.
Then when he looked down at the ground, at those who had fallen, he saw the faces of those he had lost.
"Ahh!" Raze screamed, feeling the Dark magic surrounding him.
"Hey, will you calm it down? I mean, it's kinda cool and all as a brother of ours that you were able to do all of this, but ya know," Fing said, with the gourd open.
Then Han had his flute held in one of his hands.
"Our sister—or should I say your wife—has requested that you put a stop to this. This is the only time we're going to speak to you. If you choose to fight, then we can't be held accountable for what happens next."
Raze turned to look at the two warriors, and he could feel immense power coming from the two of them.
"Idore! Trubin!!!" Raze yelled at the top of his lungs as he saw two of the Grand Magus right in front of him.