'He's part of the cult?' Vonn's thoughts spiraled as he observed the group, their heads tilting upward to glance at the rooms across, where more figures donned the same distinct hats.
Around him, his teammates instinctively tightened their formation, weapons drawn and ready, creating a protective barrier. Their eyes darted between one another, tense and alert, as if expecting an attack at any moment. Vonn stood in the center, his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed, a storm of confusion and frustration brewing inside him.
'What is happening? Why am I so clueless?!' he inwardly fumed, his fingers twitching at his sides.
Elizabeth stepped closer, her knuckles white as she gripped her staff tightly, the tip glowing faintly with defensive magic. Leaning in, she whispered urgently, "Sir, we have to escape. They're here to capture you."
