"Yes!"
The four youths immediately rushed in, seemingly losing all decorum and the hierarchy they had built in a short time and maintained.
Even Pretzen Grayscale launched himself ahead of everyone.
*Spash!~*
There were four repeated splashes as they entered the essence spring.
Davis nearly reeled back as his expression scrunched in pain when he saw them jump to utter misery.
He felt sorry for Pretzen Grayscale and Crown Prince Wilxes Ingrimm since they were unrelated parties, but the way he saw it, they weren't any good apples either, so he didn't feel the need to stop them either.
"Thousand Windblades…"
Davis turned to look at this man who needlessly attacked his forces and then escaped because he failed to deal with Calypsea.
"Yes, City Lord. Do you have any instructions for me?" Thousand Windblades asked respectfully.
Inwardly, he was gleaming with joy.
