As the sun climbed higher, the grand hall was littered with exhausted figures, the Central Dominion Guard sprawled across the floor in deep sleep. Ethan's gaze eventually settled on Bongo. He had questions for her about the crimson longsword. Ever since she had awakened her memories, she had not once drawn the Blood Sword in battle, which puzzled him deeply.
With a thought, he sent her a telepathic message. Come with me somewhere.
"Oh? Alright!" Bongo blinked in surprise, but she did not refuse.
At the hall's entrance, Ethan paused and glanced back at Julian, giving him a subtle, meaningful look. Julian hesitated, torn, and then abruptly pitched forward off his seat with a loud thud. Ethan caught sight of the foot that had just been pulled back—it belonged to Regis, the old City Lord.
