Roland turned slowly.
Behind him, Dom, Naya, Adul, and Eva stood petrified. Their faces were ashen, chests heaving as their bodies struggled to process the sheer shock of what had just transpired. Yet, every pair of eyes was glued to Roland, waiting for a single command.
Far in the distance, the Colosseum still spewed thick black smoke into the air. And at the far edge of the city, the silhouette of Magniora Tower loomed arrogantly, piercing the night sky.
"We can't go back to the inn," Roland stated. His voice was frighteningly flat, slicing through the chill of the night air. "Find a new hideout. Now."
No one argued. Dom gave a stiff nod, pulled up the hood of his coat, and stepped forward to clear a path.
