"The Bloodhounds," Estefan said, finally giving a name to them about his secret force. They remained unseen, hidden in the very shadows of the grand hall.
Frejlurd could feel them but he couldn't see them, their presence weighed on him like a silent storm, eyes drilling into his skin.
"I know you're more confused than ever," Estefan said with a slight scoff. "But don't worry because these men and women were trained to be loyal to me until their final breath. Mix in some extreme level of aura capabilities and then you'll get my Bloodhounds."
He turned slightly, speaking with the calm pride of someone who held absolute control. "They were meant to be my sword. But since the City Guard exists, I made them my shield, and my eyes."
Galliard stood silently, puzzled. He saw nothing, felt nothing. But one glance at Frejlurd told him everything he needed to know. The Commander, an experienced warrior, was sweating. His fingers trembled just slightly at his side.
