"Sir, there's an assassin inside the castle walls!" The door slammed open and a warlock who had a long goatee bellowed.
"What! Where?!"
"No need to find me... I'm already here." Lambert's eyes went wide as he watched his most powerful spellcaster, who was close to the Sky Tier, fall to the ground, his cloth soaked in blood, while a lovely voice slithered into his ears but he couldn't see anyone.
"Face me!" he roared, two hammers appearing in his hands.
"Fufufu, a demon asking a woman for a frontal battle... How adorable." The scorn in her words pierced Lambert's eardrums.
"Truly pitiful," Alessia said, appearing behind Lambert with her blades dripping with a poison so viscous it made a hole in the paved ground.
"What spirit do you think she's going to pick?" Lia turned to Zelda and asked. Her lips curled into a lovely smile that Zelda found hard to ignore.
"I guess a magic spirit."
