Every soldier in the courtyard stiffened.
For a brief moment, the Northern Palace descended into complete silence. Even the Longman commander, who had arrived with a hundred soldiers and enough confidence to demand the arrest of a Prince, felt an unfamiliar chill crawl down his spine.
Sol had not moved from his throne. He had not even bothered to look at them. Yet the casual manner in which he had dismissed their presence made the commander feel as though they were the ones who had been cornered.
He quickly suppressed the unease rising within him.
"Quickly! Seven-Fold barrier Formation!" he screamed, retreating into the ranks.
