The Golden Spears immediately knelt with heads bowed to the ground. Sola did the same, her knees trembling as she did. Though she hid it well before, her fear was in full display across her face. She barely held back the sweat that trickled down her head.
Zeal and I, on the other hand, simply stood. The little one followed my lead, though more interested in the shining gems that dotted the place.
I looked around and inspected the place.
The mages around us wore robes of varying colors. These colors most likely symbolized the magic they specialized in. If that was the case, then most were either specialized in pyromancy and hydromancy, such was the prevalence of red and blue.
The warriors, on the other hand, were clad in armor that looked to be of silver make. However, upon further inspection by my enhanced senses, I could see that their armor was made from well-forged steel.
