Shortly after, familiar footsteps echoed through the room.
As expected, it was Felix.
He entered the throne room, his expression hardening as he took in the carnage, and addressed Theo.
“This wasn’t a battle.”
“No, it wasn’t. This was the Apostle’s doing. By the time I arrived, the enemy forces had already disbanded.”
“Then we can assume the enemy is no longer here?”
“I’ve begun tracking the Apostle’s residual aura, but I suspect they’ve already left the palace grounds.”
Felix hesitated, his words faltering as if he was unsure of how to proceed.
Theo, sensing what Felix was struggling to say, spoke first.
