Amund entered the large doors with his golden staff. He scanned the Battle Angels standing silently with solemn expressions by the corridor. This originally gorgeous castle appeared like a fortress that couldn't be sunken, filled with an intense atmosphere. The city guards' clamors were heard from outside the window. Amund felt a little distracted. Just a few days ago, he was still enjoying rather peaceful days. But now, everything had changed.
War comes so quickly.
"Grand Mage Amund."
A Battle Angel descended from above with her widely spread wings. She landed before him, bowed respectfully, and beckoned.
"Please follow me. Her Royal Highness is expecting your arrival."
"Okay."
