Calvin faced the man before him, whose aura seemed utterly unremarkable. Yet, the palm of his hand gripping his Knight's Sword was sweating profusely, as if he were holding not cold steel, but a red-hot branding iron.
At this moment, so tense it felt frozen, Arthur spoke, his hoarse voice shattering the silence between the four of them.
"You didn't go support the fortress?"
Lid slowly drew the rapier from his waist. The blade glinted coldly in the gray mist. He said faintly, "It seems you know exactly what's happening over there."
"Unfortunately for you, the Extraordinary stationed in the Stormlands aren't just Dominic and Simo. And it's certainly not just me."
He faced the three of them, his voice reaching each of them clearly. "Go back. You're not going anywhere today."
Calvin's heart sank. A premonition of disaster coiled around it. 'Something terrible is going to happen at the fortress.'
