"Get in formation!" the head warden spoke urgently. The squad leaders geared in full, stood aligned in front Ezra's cell, which was exuding vast fumes of red. "We attack the moment something comes out that door!" said the head warden, with a forehead full of sweat.
Arcadia was built with only the best items, so the head warden never doubted its ability to hold it ground…until now.
The demonic aura being exuded was the most he'd ever felt, it had him concentrate just to stay standing, while the squad leaders had to imbue themselves with mana.
The chain holding the top of the ceiling was flailing like any random rope, with the cell itself shaking.
While hoping for the best, things seem to get worse.
Arcadia wasn't built to sustain grandmasters. It was of every doubt that such a place even existed.
But they're Arcadia's guardians, fleeing was not an option. They would stake it all on the slim chance of killing the enemy the moment he came out.
