***Astrid POV***
I tightened my grip on Vincent's lapel to maintain my balance as our seat shook from the strong tremor. Many people standing below went off their balance and fell everywhere like dominos. It was a very crude yet effective trick. Armond, he was still as brash as ever.
I can feel that, right now, Vincent was on a high alert like a Tigris and constantly kept a tight watch on the situation happening below, he had positioned his hands on the hilt of his sword for emergencies but his other hand never left my waist.
It was good that we weren't near the dance floor or it would have been a blunder at least for me. But what interested me more was that Cordelia seemed completely unfazed by this situation, what is exactly going on in that woman's brain… her celebration was seriously ruined and still she didn't seem to mind it at all or even become a tad bit angrier, some kind of response is always seems more natural than the indifference she was feigning right now. Haeesh, what else can we expect from her.
And now the tides were changing for the ferals, they won't be able to stand for much longer and the sooner this battle ends, the sooner I can leave, don't forget I am a fugitive, sitting right under the nose of my captor…
'I have to say, Armond has done a good job... today at least', she thought, while she eagerly watched the ferals falling one after another, I know I should feel a little bad for the people who unjustifiably became ferals, I know it wasn't their fault, but there is no justice in this world and this mess must not continue any further.
But what she didn't expect to see was that ferals suddenly stopped all their movement and went stone still, it was so weird. And what was even weirder was that Armond didn't move forward to take benefit of this opportunity.
"This isn't right…"
"Shit"
I heard Vincent curse in a low volume, I felt shocked, this man has never been anything other than etiquettes, so I turned my head in an attempt to gape at him, But he didn't pay any heed to me and kept his eyes fixed in certain direction and as I followed his gaze, my eyes popped out in shock.
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Armond slowly backed his footsteps and his eyes were fixed on the ferals in a trance, who didn't move but their bodies were turning purplish black. His lips kept mouthing something as if he wanted to speak but only the quiet could be heard from him. Then, he suddenly woke up from his trance and suddenly shouted.
"Everyone!!! Don't go towards them and immediately back down from there."
But it was too late for him to speak now...
The ferals started detonating themselves one after another and massive energy was released with each blast. Every ornament, table, glassware, windows broke into tiny shards and flew in all directions like small knives and It wasn't just raw energy in those blasts that was destructive but the acidic and burning gore from those ferals that was fatal and came complementary in this destruction.
Anybody who was near the blast region was more or less injured in this attack but the ones who bore the most brunt from this were those knights who were near the blasting region.
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