Carius and the army of Grandmasters shot toward the banquet building, just as multiple streaks of light converged around the Obsidian Order Paragons that hovered calmly in the air like horsemen of the apocalypse, their gazes impassive, cold, unmoved as they waited.
The first streak reached them, stopping at a significant distance.
Colonel Zenon.
Throughout all the times Atticus had seen the Evolari, he had been calm, jovial, filled with warmth and easy smiles.
But now, there was not a single shred of a smile on Zenon's face.
There was no welcoming aura.
His expression had hardened, and his figure radiated so much killing intent that it bled into the heavens like an endless storm.
'How…'
Shock. Disbelief. Confusion.
Every single emotion that said "this is impossible" surged through him.
None of them hid it.
On the open skin of the opposing Paragons, the insignia of the Obsidian Order glowed faintly, and their deranged eyes said the rest.
