After handling Shuna—or rather, the demon's apostle—David had no time to waste. He quickly left Angelica with a few terse instructions, promising he'd explain everything later. Then, without looking back, he made is way to the castle.
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In the castle's advisory chamber, a gathering of elders sat in anxious silence around Lord Hilton, the Earl. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with worry. Elder Luviania, his voice shaky, broke the silence, pleading, "My Lord, you mustn't go to Sanctaria. The risks—"
Lord Hilton's gaze turned ice-cold, sending a visible shiver down Luviania's spine. His voice, hard as steel, cut through the elder's words. "Then what would you suggest, Luviania?" His tone left no room for argument.
Luviania faltered, his words caught in his throat as he struggled under the Earl's intense glare. Finally, he whispered, "As harsh as it may seem… perhaps we should wait…"
