"Knock it off, Gestella. You're frightening the poor girl!"
In response, Celeste heard the owner of the sinister voice click her tongue.
She squinted as the light of a torch suddenly appeared next to her face. Allowing her eyes to adjust, the Chosen of the Divine Sovereign discovered two cloaked figures hovering a few inches away from her.
The torchlight cast eerie, flickering shadows over their features.
However, contrary to that…
One of them appeared to have a soft heart.
Celeste blinked, unable to process the sudden turn of events.
All she knew was that she had to escape. The mana within her body surged, ready to stun her foes. However, before she could even act, a calm voice stripped her of any will to move.
"It's okay, child. You're safe. My name is Clara and you've stumbled upon our hideout. Well, stumbled might not be the correct word…"
The cloaked figure on the right cleared her throat.
