Athan found himself unable to move freely against the stone pavement; he took a glance at Sylvester—who had it worse from all the setbacks he got just from this night alone.
But even if his body refused to act against his will, his ears quickly caught on their dialogue.
"Johannes! You better swear on your name for such claims!" Arnold threatened with clenched teeth, seemingly trying to control himself out of frustration. "Do you think I'd let you get away with this? How impertinent of you to utter words that would garner my attention."
"I dare not to cause derision in our already plight, Your Grand Ducal Highness. This is..." Johannes halted for a while, bearing silence between them but within his voice had already a tinge of hesitation. "I have received a signal from Keith—"
A sharp, loud crash—akin to a numerous glass shattered at once—assaulted their ears, causing Athan to take cover; later on, a grave chill crawled to his skin and made him shiver in the already cold night.
