"How does the Mora family have access to our royal secret arts?" Fratis also recognized the origin of the formation, her delicate face full of confusion and surprise.
The high-level secret arts of the royal family were strictly confidential, tightly guarded by contracts and restrictions. Even royal members were forbidden from passing them on, making any sort of leak virtually impossible.
"Who knows how they got their hands on it." Luca shook his head slightly.
Without further clues, there was little he could deduce.
But once Fratis reported this to Dawn City, specialists would certainly be sent to investigate.
It leaving him with less to worry about.
He looked toward the Outer District. There, Bronte hovered mid-air, gripping a gleaming silver sword, his expression icy as six silver wings of pure sword energy unfurled behind him, stirring his cloak in the wind.
