The shattered wooden door was now hanging on the frame, its fibers dangling like strands.
The cause of the explosion was two war hammers.
Before the wooden debris hit the ground, two crossbow arrows flew through the dust.
Lann had reflexively formed a Magic Seal the moment the door shattered.
The two crossbow arrows were stopped at that point, bouncing away with a snap along with golden magic power fragments.
Lann took this opportunity to shield Alia behind him.
A dozen people surged into the small room like a tide.
Ten of them carried loaded crossbows, all aimed at Lann standing by the table.
"Don't move, don't move! Don't move your fingers, or we'll shoot you!"
With a tone that seemed playful, Ubank walked in.
This short, stout man had a Cossack-styled oil-slicked hair, slapping against his cheek with each step.
"Freyja is blessing me! I caught you so quickly. By the way, may I know your name?"
