Ai was following the holy swan of the Nonorite shrine. The man was flying fast, even at this age. He dove down the stairs where the sheten guards were walking in rush.
Two of them formed in a regular figure. Glancing around, Ai studied the odd situation of here. They were carrying holy trays with green liquids. Reona removed his hood and walked forward, grabbing one's arm.
He was as panic as Ai. What made those men like this. The stairs of the shrine were covered by blood and some men were sweeping and washing them down.
"What occur made here like a battlefield?" Reona breathed under his gritted teeth.
"Gods, master Reona!" The young Fay bowed his head, his voice shivering.
"Speak!"
He alerted.
