The door to the warden's chamber swung open, and a messenger stormed inside, his face pale and utterly frightened.
"M-My lords!" he blurted out when he saw the wardens and the two Magi who had arrived here the previous night.
He hurriedly got down to his knees and spoke in a shaky voice, "T-The guards, they… they—"
Elira snapped. "Out with it!"
Vortigan, who was always calm and composed, couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease bloom in his heart.
"The prison guards, my lord!" The messenger was on the verge of tears. "They're being attacked! They… they're dying!"
Hearing those words, Orion's face was drained of all color. "Goodness arcana! What… what is going on?!"
Meanwhile, Murphy, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but sway on his feet. "I-It can't be… he's here… he's here..."
Elira turned toward them, glaring. She gnashed her teeth and spat, "Get a hold of yourself!"
She then turned to Vortigan and said in a grim voice, "Check the surveillance footage."
