Zell was going to rejoin Alizée, his feet halfway across the room, standing beside the entrance, when suddenly the double doors slammed open, a loud fanfare as if to announce some great person's arrival.
Bang!
Chris caught up with Zell pulling on his arm as he noticed Zell standing still, his eyes facing the door in a strange daze.
"Zell man, come on! They are the Brittanic Empire. We have to move!"
"Oh? Aren't they the ones with the dragon...." Zell whispered.
Chris looked at his friend, putting a thick pulse of electrical mana into his arms, trying to shift his body with bulging muscles; however, no matter how much force he applied like Zell was bolted to the floor, he didn't move.
He turned back around and saw two people entering: one tall thin woman dressed in an elaborate gown that made her look elegant despite being so small-statured compared to most women here, who were all taller than him by several inches.
