—it would be rude not to greet them.
Lugh was somewhat puzzled by the words used. Guests? What sort of guests came barging in with their auras flaring like threats?
He didn't know what exactly was going on, but whatever it was, it wasn't looking good.
Before he could even ask, a figure—no, figures—emerged in the distance, closing in on them fast.
Isolde and her shadows came to a sudden halt as her eyes scanned the unusual composition of people just ahead.
Her gaze lingered on Siegfried for a few scant moments before moving on, settling sharply on Selaphiel.
She hurriedly stated,
"We have intruders, and they're too much for us to handle."
Lugh, Lyra, and Sela all picked up on the word intruder.
Sela looked stunned. Having never experienced such a thing in her life, it wasn't that they had never had "intruders" in the manor before.
After all the event with the beastkin still lingered fresh in her min.
