The atmosphere inside the underground archives froze. No one spoke. No one moved.
The knight stood at attention, his armor still covered with dust, sweat dripping from beneath his helmet. Judging from how hard he had run, the news couldn't have waited even another minute.
Victor slowly closed the ancient record in his hand.
"Take us there."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The western gate of Aurora had already been sealed off. Royal Guards surrounded the entire area. Merchants and travelers who had been preparing to leave the city were forced back several hundred meters, creating a growing crowd of curious onlookers.
"What's happening?"
"Did the beasts attack?"
"I heard someone died."
"The kidnappers?"
Rumors spread faster than wildfire. Prince Victor arrived first, Bahamut's team close behind him. The guards immediately saluted.
"Your Highness!"
Victor nodded.
"Status."
The captain of the guards swallowed.
