Remia halted in her footsteps, falling into a dilemma on whether to ignore Rael's orders or not. First of all, she doesn't answer Rael or his House Garcia. Her loyalty is toward the throne and Artaigne. But, Rael at the moment, seemed quite determined. She wondered about the implications if she took that step of disobeying the order. What if he writes a letter to the King and sends her away? It is the last thing she wants.
"We will handle this," Rael spoke again, loud and clear. She stood there, her eyes fixed on her charge.
Eon, understanding the gravity of the situation, twisted the hourglass.
"Soul skill: Time Stop".
The world slowed to a halt as Eon's hourglass activated, freezing the time. Rael's eyes narrowed, and his senses heightened. Now, with the world frozen in place, the creature was vulnerable—at least for the next few seconds.
Rael raised the Death Scythe above his head.
"Soul skill: Slice of Death."
