Gea lunged forward, her dagger gleaming with dark energy, aimed directly at Andrey's chest.
Andrey's hand flew to his belt, but before he could draw his katana, a flash of steel intercepted the blow. Sparks erupted as Allen's sword met Gea's dagger, the impact sending shockwaves through the air.
Allen's face was set in grim determination. "Everyone, prepare yourselves! We're under attack!"
The command snapped the stunned heroes into action. Hands reached for weapons, mana flickered to life, and the grand hall transformed from a celebration into a battlefield.
Near the staircase, Simmon Flanks pushed his black glasses up his nose, his twin swords already drawn. His white hair caught the dim light as he fixed his gaze on Ernando. "What is the meaning of this, Ernando?"
