"Fey wolf!... You are from the Fey Clan!"
The words hit Emery like a thunderclap. His glowing eyes narrowed, and his chest tightened as he processed what the assassin had just said.
Fey Clan!
Few in the Magus Universe even knew of its existence, let alone could identify him as part of it. His shock was palpable, but it was quickly replaced with resolve. Whoever these assassins were, they knew something, and Emery intended to find out more.
Determined, Emery shifted his stance, his muscles coiling with latent power. He was ready to strike, to subdue and interrogate one of them before they could escape. But before he could act, the assassins regrouped. Their leader barked sharp commands, and even Stoltz's intense clash with him abruptly ceased.
"Why did you stop?! Kill him!!" Baldoni's enraged shout echoed through the battlefield. The alchemist's desperation was plain in his trembling voice.
