"Damn it Gree. Your timing is horrible. Plus I thought I put that thing away!" Sael growled while Ara hid her face in his chest.
"You did. It took a great deal of effort to force the message through." Guild Master Sele stepped into view. Her robes were charred and bloody. One of the sleeves of her robes hung empty, the remaining amount of cloth tattered and bloody.
"What the hell is going on?" Sael stood up holding Ara against him while standing then letting her down to stand next to him. Her blush went away replaced by a look of concern.
"Amalor is under attack." Gree stated while dusting some ash from his coat sleeve sounding calm as always.
"By who?" Sael frowned.
"Demon Lords… If I were to guess four of them. Do you know what is going on?" Sele's normally dark face was ashen in color and she looked ready to pass out.
