Just exactly as I thought.
My eyes were locked on the man, for a single, breathtaking second, his own mask of seriousness shattered.
His brows furrowed, his lips parted slightly in disbelief.
His expression showed even he didn't expect this.
But the feeling was short-lived.
I gritted my teeth, the pressure making my jaw ache.
This was bad. Whatever was coming, wasn't nice.
Then, the world outside our little standoff erupted.
It started as a distant, chaotic symphony, the sharp, sizzling crackle of spell destructions, the staccato rhythm of gunfires, and the brutal, metallic clang of weapons meeting weapons.
And then, most expectedly, at least to me, came the guards' screams.
They weren't shouts of orders or anything of such; they were raw, panicked shrieks of men being overwhelmed, sounds that were abruptly cut short.
The scream sounded like they were attacked.
Well, they actually are.
