Hours later, the scene was filled with lots of agents and guild members. Arlo stood right where he was when it all began, looking at the clear sky, his face blank.
"Truly… it's not really about the tier of the summon; it's the power of their innate skill that determines their threat," he whispered.
"I can't believe their headmaster did that," Ren said.
"He also restored Ivy's summon," Arlo replied, gazing at the black-haired Pendragon caressing her huge, black-scaled beast.
"We survived a red gate," Snow whispered to himself, his eyes turning to Isolde, who spoke to some agents.
"Godfrey didn't show up." He frowned. "What does it matter? He'd still outshine me."
He felt a touch on his back and turned to his butterfly, which gently patted him with its broad left wing that fell over him like a loose canopy.
"I'm fine," Snow said.
As he looked at the company of Damien, Jon, and the others, he suddenly remembered how he treated Godfrey.
