Victor froze in place, his mind a complete blank.
The words "Roger, Commander," rang in his ears like a demonic incantation, echoing endlessly in his mind.
Looking at Allen's leisurely retreating back, then at his own three "Molten Fire Guardians" standing stiffly like loyal guards, Victor felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull.
This wasn't any Alchemy Technology he had ever conceived of!
Victor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tempest raging in his heart.
As the heir to the Tieyan Clan, he could lose his head and spill his blood, but he could not lose his aristocratic composure.
He steeled himself, forced his legs to move, and followed Allen, putting on a calm facade as if the incident of having his Golems hijacked right before his eyes had never happened.
Upon entering the main gate, the scene before him opened up dramatically.
