"Blood Griffins! Hold your ground!" someone from the front shouted.
Grimm grinned.
His blood boiled with excitement as he spun his spear in his hand.
"Heh, finally," he muttered. "It's time to go wild…"
But before he could charge, someone from the Supreme Guild stepped forward, raising his hand sharply.
"Halt!" he barked. "Your goal here is to observe, not interfere. You're not meant to attack."
He gestured toward the nearest Griffin. "You don't even have strong enough spells to—"
"Shut up."
Lucius said, his voice sounded unimpressed.
The man froze mid-sentence, his expression twisting into shock as Lucius turned toward him.
Lucius didn't waste more time arguing.
He looked toward his squad. "Prepare to move out. Keep yourselves safe and handle as many as possible."
There was no hesitation.
"Yes, Boss!" they chorused, and immediately scattered into their formations.
The Supreme Guild member clicked his tongue, glaring at Lucius's back.
