"...It's time," Aestrea said quietly, his eyes locked onto the grand golden doors at the top of the ruined stairs.
The pressure leaking from inside was thick, as he could feel the Sword Duke's aura patiently waiting for him.
Yara stood beside him, her dark eyes burning with excitement. She leaned forward slightly, her grin sharp, like she'd been waiting for this moment all her life.
"Then go, Darling~" she whispered.
Aestrea nodded once.
『 Mixed Ice Series: Frost Step! (✦ 3rd-level Spell ✦)』
SWOOSH!!
A burst of icy wind exploded under his feet.
In an instant, he vanished from Yara's side, shooting forward like a silver blur.
His boots slammed against the stone path as he raced up the broken stairs toward the main hall's doors.
Ahead, imperial soldiers were already panicking.
"CAREFUL! AN ENEMY IS TRYING TO ENTER THE PALACE!"
"CAST SPELLS! NOW!"
