Zindi's expression was cold, very cold even. It seemed as if he had stripped himself of his emotions and had become nothing more than a construct.
Only he knew how much fury was boiling in him at that moment.
After speaking those three words to the nine youths behind him, he released the control he had over the earthen dome, causing it to crumble.
He had come to the same conclusion as Rolan, but at a speed far faster.
'I would like to see who would so blatantly disregard the rules set by the five cities.'
The old man's eyes glinted with a dangerous light as the attacks came into view.
When he saw them though...
His eyes couldn't help but narrow.
It was actually only one person.
The person was dressed in a red shirt, a black tailcoat, black trousers and black shoes.
On the person's head was a half top hat and their face was hidden by a white, featureless mask with a tiny slit running through it vertically.
