"This isn't good." Gum girl hit Janet's arm. "Let's go! Godfrey's own summons are against him! We should leave before Silas turns on us." She whispered in anxiety, pulling Janet's arm, but Janet refused to move.
'A member of the Bane family. I heard their head, Mr. Manhattan, is the summoner of the Norse Wolf, a creature able to hunt and kill dragons. There's no way Godfrey can win this fight unless he has something under his sleeve or he should just leave Isaac and Lucy. If he doesn't… he might...'
"What are you doing?" Godfrey's cold, authoritative voice rang. His eyes, though gray with blindness, gleamed even brighter as he faced off against his knights, all one thousand and four of them, majestic and imposing, aiming their weapons at him.
Silas raised an eyebrow.
"Kneel." Godfrey ordered.
Silas almost chuckled. "Kneel? Godfrey, you're such a clow—!" His eyes widened as all the Golden Order knights went on their knees.
