Sylvester also warned Miraj, who slept on his shoulder. He discreetly ate some solarium crystals to recuperate any lost energy to return to his utmost peak strength. His spells sat on his tongue's tip, and his fist prepared itself to react.
Sylvester had already warned Sir Dolorem, and in return, the man had warned Bishop Lazark. So all of them were prepared to make a move. But, unfortunately, there was nowhere to run anyway since they quickly realised the castle's strongest protection was also their confine. The giant, wide moat of lava was the boundary they could not cross, for they could not fly.
'As long as there are no Grand Wizards, I should be fine.' Sylvester calmed himself down to mentally prepare himself.
Slowly but surely, they all slowly came closer to the enormous castle. Finally, the Prima of the Harmund Family gradually changed his pace and came behind them to ensure they had nowhere to escape.
