"This is indeed Dain Frostbeard's Holy Relic," Vito declared, his eyes filled with fervor. "Give us more time, and perhaps we could uncover some clues that tell us the whereabouts of this Platinum Guard. The Father God would surely be pleased!"
"Sorry to interrupt," Old Reap, the werewolf, spoke up impatiently. "It's enough to confirm that the thing is alright. When you return to Twin Bridges Town, you'll have plenty of time to study it slowly, but right now, we have worse things to worry about."
"When I flew up into the sky just now, I saw the demons fiercely attacking the city," Lancelot said with a frown. "You're the local leader here, have you heard anything?"
"No more than anyone else," the werewolf shrugged. "There was absolutely no warning. The Demon Legion just appeared like that, probably using some kind of concealment magic. Wait, no wonder some of the scouting teams went missing; they must have stumbled upon some traces and then got caught by the demons."
