The instant Lyra felt the ground tremble, a deep tolling bell rang out from the watchtower, echoing across the entire fortress. Accompanying it were several beams of light-elemental magic rising into the sky, with warning signals.
This was the highest-level invasion alert in short of an Arcanist mage joining the battlefield, requiring all garrison soldiers to collectively defend the stronghold.
Lyra immediately abandoned her search for the adjutant. Drawing the longsword at her waist, the blade clinked crisply against its scabbard. The exposed, pure-white blade reflected sunlight, scattering a faint chill into the air.
She strode quickly toward the battlements, her long legs wrapped in warm white stockings. Upon reaching the wall, Lyra saw the Church Knights' ranks circled nearby, clad in silver-white armor.
Of course, it was them again.
