After waiting for almost an hour at the main castle, this time in a much larger and more luxurious waiting room, guards came to fetch Astaroth, Phoenix, and Rodney. Astaroth got to his feet immediately, almost jumping up, his face already a mask of impatience.
"About time," he grumbled.
The Mana Knights that fetched them eyed them with a tinge of aggressivity, but no more than that.
They walked out of the room, immediately flanked by two knights, and followed by three, as the one in the front led the march in a determined gait. The corridors winded left and right, sometimes long, other times very short, making it hard for them to know which way they had truly come from.
And with how similar every corridor looked, it obfuscated their sense of direction even more.
Only Astaroth could keep his wits about him the entire time. And this was because he kept his mana senses active, and could see the layout of the Ley lines under them at all times.
