Each bite brought the intense and juicy flavor of the meat. The perfectly baked bread was soft but slightly crispy on the outside; the vegetables gave it the touch of freshness that this sandwich needed. If Cecilia were to have a complaint, it would be that she didn't understand how the hell Desmond could eat in a situation like this.
Finishing off the sandwich in his hands, Desmond stretched his waist lazily and took another look out the window. The nine holy knights, followed by two dozen men, were already marching into the tower. Checking the countdown in the hunter's book again, Desmond smiled bitterly. The countdown was drawing close, but with an army charging up the stairs in their direction, heading straight out of Serefia was no longer an option.
"It seems like a bad prank or something premeditated."
Desmond commented quietly. As far as Katya's future-seeing abilities were concerned, Desmond didn't dare make assumptions.
