Babbling City? Under attack?
Lucius felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind a whirlwind of chaos. If he weren't seated in a chair, he might have already fallen to the floor.
After a suffocating silence...
"Troops!"
Lucius, nearly grinding his teeth, suddenly stood up, took long strides towards the map behind him, and coldly surveyed the area between the western side of Snow Dove Hills at the Sumer main peak and the eastern Holy Church Union expeditionary army camp, as well as several dozen miles to the south. After a long moment, he turned to face the three equally ashen-faced individuals and asked in a grave voice, "Where did their force come from? Why would Babbling City be under attack!!"
There was no answer. Neither the hawk nor the ring, not even Tom Lestrange, had the broad strategic perspective Lucius did, so naturally, they didn't know what Lucius didn't.
"Ring... are you sure that the southern team has been pursuing you since last night?"
