Zakriel's sudden appearance shattered the tense atmosphere in the hall. He caught everyone by surprise.
Stake frowned deeply. The assassins' gazes wavered. Yodel continued to remain silent as a response.
To Thales, however, this was the greatest surprise of the day.
He endured the bloody and peculiar stench coming Zakriel's body, and did not pay much attention to the man's current condition. "Zakriel, erm, sir, do you understand the situation that we are currently facing? They are—"
"Ah." Zakriel snorted gently. He shook his head and shifted his attention from his left hand which ached because of his own doing, to the person in front of him.
"Shadow Shield, huh?" The Knight of Judgement enunciated clearly, his voice was gloomy. "They are an unforgettable presence."
Zakriel shook his head. The hair on his forehead was split into two sides. Stake could finally see the brand on the man's forehead clearly.
