Not long after the fake royal guard infected Nikolai with their strange new creation, Verda rode atop a camel, arriving with a group of now fewer than fifty shadow guard. Each of them was exhausted and covered in wounds themselves, but they arrived.
Nikolai sat on a broken wall, resting both elbows on his thighs.
He watched Verda climb off her mouth and approach them before she cleared her throat and offered an earnest apology.
"It looks like you've dealt with the majority of them while we struggled to even reach here. Forgive us for dragging you into this conflict."
"It's fine."
"Hm?"
Verda tilted her head at his response, her glance shifting to both Lunaria and Sarah before returning to Nikolai.
Though the atmosphere remained tense and a little strange.
She shook her head and continued speaking as she took out a tattered map and a small black box with an antenna.
