The powerful scent of iron struck Moulin's nose. He could almost taste it while the wind brushed his face when he ran as fast as he could—every minute seemed excruciatingly long.
With a pounding heart, he arrived, with many others, before Jagra's home.
The warriors surrounding the house were deranged, and the barrier prevented Moulin and the reinforcements from entering. He could already feel something terrible happening inside.
Bang!
Suddenly, a sentinel's body crashed against the barrier, startling Moulin and the men. The man fell unconscious on the ground with a loud thud.
"Moulin!"
Past the crackling layer of invisible energy, Erik, heaving lightly, locked gazes with Moulin from a distance.
"Something has manipulated your warriors against me," Erik spoke once he closed the distance. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes toward the house.
"They are keeping me from entering the house."
