Pacing back and forth, Elton's mind was conflicted attempting to process what he had just heard.
A few feet away from him, Wilfred was sitting with his arms crossed at one of the tables that decorated the guild's strategy room. He glanced toward the lone knight in all black armor; Dalton stood disciplined with his hands behind his back next to the exit door. With difficulty, he restrained himself from mocking the failure of a commander.
Seconds later, the Chronicler halted his movement, he looked up toward Dalton then spoke.
"So, your telling me that the Anomaly escaped?"
The commander looked straight, his eyes locked on Elton. "That's correct, Wiseman Elton. The monster got away from us, and we haven't been able to locate it since"
As soon as he said this, a masculine chuckle resounded from a bit further in the room. Dalton glanced at the Guild leader, a vein bulged in his head, but this went unnoticed since his helmet concealed his features.
