The dragonkin among the heroes shifted uncomfortably under Evan's gaze, their minds racing with the possibility that this might be one of their own who had betrayed them.
On closer inspection, one could see a look of amusement in Evan's eyes, and if it wasn't for his mask, then his lips which were barely holding back his laughter would be seen.
Back to Arthur, he tilted his head slightly as he studied the heroes, a flicker of surprise crossing his features when he noticed how young they were.
It didn't take him long to piece together the reason why—their older, more experienced predecessors had all been wiped out by the demons, leaving these young ones to shoulder the burden of their world's protection.
The Heroes stood frozen, their eyes darting between the two figures before them, and Arthur's voice finally broke the silence.
"Well, well."
His voice was smooth, almost amused.
