"Come on in." Dean Godsthorn commanded and as if the doors had minds of their own, they opened up, revealing a tensed Ace. The guard had panic written all over his face and even with the way he fidgeted, those present could tell it was something serious.
"Where are the guests?" Dean Godsthorn asked; his eyes scanning the entire entrance along with his magical senses.
Ace quickly answered the Dean, stammering as he spoke. "The… they're at the te… teleportation hall."
Dean Godsthorn furrowed his brow, his interest piqued as to who these new guests could be to make Ace so tense.
Lord Terrace and Lord Acheon were equally curious. Just over an hour ago, they'd arrived and were welcomed by these same figures who showed no fear toward them and now he was acting like he'd seen the Grim Reaper all of a sudden.
Ace stood at attention, the tension radiating off him like heat. "The guests are at the portal, Dean," he repeated with a quiver in his voice.
