It was time to evacuate. For sure.
Lancelot's face appeared, it was calm but had a presumptuous stare. "Follow Seisyll, kid. Of the two brothers, only this one would sell his soul to save the kingdom for a day."
For centuries, Scorn had seen the twins grow up. Considering the situation Arthur was in, he needed but the nick of time to deliberate on their next move.
The black omnimancer came closer, passing above the corpse of the old-looking woman with a careful step. With a simple gesture, he proposed Arthur to pass through the crowd.
"What is going on?" Arthur asked, sure to not have a proper reply.
"Not here." The omnimancer shut down their conversation.
He had much more questions but could only speculate.
What's your plan? Are you with your brother? Where are my bodyguards? Can you heal me? Why are there arrays popping up above the city? Are there more rainfolks planning to kill me?
