Robert felt the same way as Charles.
Ever since Arthur's death at the hands of the Daemon they were supposed to hunt down, they had come to realize one thing.
They had grown lax, a bit too lax.
There was a time when Judah would not have been so daring as to send a Daemon to Zion, but they had done just that, and what's worse, they succeeded.
This meant only one thing: it wouldn't be long before they would come back, and what would happen then?
They had pondered it and Nadia's speech on that fateful day when she barged into the council hall unannounced had made them realize that there was only one way to redeem themselves.
And even as it was suicidal, they were currently looking at the way.
Benedict roared as he shoved aside the anvil that had struck him but then another came and then another, each heavier than the last.
