Meanwhile, Lucas was fast asleep.
His body was truly at rest—
until the sound of a bell thundered loudly.
DONG— DONG— DONG—
Lucas's eyes snapped open.
Shouts rang out from outside.
He got up, staggered toward the window, and opened it.
People were running across the manor courtyard.
Torches flared to life.
Horses were being pulled out.
"What the hell is happening?" he muttered.
Lucas immediately grabbed his coat, slipped on his shoes without care, and ran out of the room.
The night air slammed into his face as he exited the manor.
In the front courtyard—
Silvara was already on horseback.
Light armor secured.
Reins pulled tight.
"Silvara!" Lucas called as he hurried over.
Before Lucas could ask anything, Silvara spoke first.
"Emergency alarm," she said quickly.
"Possible bandit attack."
Lucas stiffened.
"You're heading there?"
Silvara gave a short nod.
"I'm leaving now."
"I'm coming with you!" Lucas shouted.
Silvara turned sharply.
"No, you're still—"
