...
The next instant.
Catherine's gaze sharpened abruptly.
She stared daggers at Old John, her voice dark. "Very well. Tell me, where is Lynch now?"
The pressure from her Holy Light made Old John's legs go weak. He subconsciously glanced toward the garrison and stammered, "M-My lord... I, I'll go get the commander right away..."
"There's no need!"
How could Catherine possibly suppress the flames of fury churning in her chest?
She yanked on the reins, and her warhorse whinnied as it wheeled around, heading straight for the garrison.
The elite hundred-man battalion behind her immediately moved out, marching swiftly in her wake.
A grim, murderous atmosphere instantly shattered the town's tranquility.
Seeing this, Old John grew frantic. Forgetting his fear, he stumbled after them, spreading his arms to try and block their path. "My lady, you can't! You mustn't! Our commander is in Meditation..."
"Get out of the way!" A rough, harsh shout cut him off.
