The vice-dean was about to grab Aidan's head, but suddenly a large golden blade spun at him.
It was a long sword as tall as man, as wide as an adult's arm, and as luxurious as a king. The crossguard resembled a majestic crown with pointy ends, and a large purple crystal glowed in the center of the handle. The blade was familiar to Aidan and his crew.
The blade stopped in mid-air, and the vice-dean grimaced as he turned to the side.
"You just have to come at the worst time possible," the vice-dean said.
Aidan looked to the side and he saw the familiar man. He wore an enormous golden armor that covered his entire body. Thick, round shoulder plates. On the chest, a round purple crystal emitted a misty glow as he strode forward.
It was Feval Ardred. The man who helped him escape from the cultist.
Feval reached out his hand and the golden sword spun back. He grabbed the sword before resting it on his shoulder. "Leave these kids alone, Tillre."
