Those on the outside were watching intently as Nosphaleen was swiftly being surrounded. One screen after another seemed to all be converging on the same area.
Ekear stood in silence, his hands relaxed, and his body seemingly in a state of calm. But his eyes seemed to betray a completely different emotion.
He knew that none of this was Sylas' fault, and he wasn't as easily fooled by Elbrum as everyone else seemed to be. And even if he did believe Elbrum's words, how could Sylas have known that there would be another chance?
From where he stood, he had no idea why so many were targeting Nosphaleen. Everyone here could see that there was little rhyme or reason to it all.
Nosphaleen could only feel three groups targeting her right now, but there was actually a fourthβthe group that triggered the Sona to attack in the first place: the Kaelthar.
It felt like a truly impossible situation.
Ekear closed his eyes.
...
"Seems her situation isn't the best right now. How cruel." The Emperor Dove pouted. "That Whale Warlord Armor is really something else, but that tubby bucket of lard seems to have a unique advantage."
"Thryskai," the Emperor Lizard said coldly.
The Emperor Dove chuckled as though he already knew and didn't need it clarified. But it was also a laugh that said he was aware of the underlying matter of it all in a way that those below certainly wouldn't be.
"Are we going to leave things like this?" the Emperor Lizard asked.
"If the higher-ups wanted us to do something, they would have told us already. Why do you think they sent us? Usually there's at least one A-tier looking in from afar, but they didn't even send that much this time. The implied meaning is obvious," Elbrum said coldly.
The Dove and Lizard alike both looked toward Elbrum, realizing something. Was this the real reason Elbrum had been so flippant with the rules this time? It really didn't matter at all... "You're so cute, bummy boy. And here I thought you had lost your mind."
Elbrum looked over with a cold look in his eyes, and the Emperor Dove scurried away again. ππππ¦ππππππ·ππ.πΈπ°π
...
Robareda's frown couldn't be hidden from her expression. At this pace, Nosphaleen might be dealt with by the Sona and Buri before the 002 Sanctum could even get there. How would she get her for study like that?
The world was against her. Nosphaleen knew this more intimately than anyone else. And in that moment before she clashed with the black-scaled centaurs, she couldn't help but think of Sylas once again... Was this how he felt all the time?
How often had he been in a situation like this one? How many times had he faced off against enemies where disadvantage was the name of the game, where his flesh was a signboard for their blades and his blood was the ink they hoped to write their futures in?
How many walls had his back felt?
Was his heart beating out of his chest like this at those times? Was he worried about failure? Was he teetering on the edge of fury at the unfairness of it all?
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