Alastair was the only one left after all her vassals had faded into the darkness. She turned her gaze towards the gate of the Jungin Clan's manor and lifted it with a single movement of her fingers. With the gate levitating in the air, the priests behind it were entirely revealed.
They silently looked at her as their hearts were wildly beating in their chest. Their muscles were tightening and tensing while a chill resonated from their spine throughout their body. Cold sweat dripped from their forehead, and their eyes were visibly shaken due to fear.
From the looks of it, the priests knew they were unlucky.
"My, my... why are you little ones hiding behind a flimsy gate?" Alastair uttered with a grin plastered on her face, and her words had a mocking tone as she looked down at the priests before her. Hearing her words, the priests furrowed their eyebrows and shouted at her.
