"Right, and you're telling me that the skies will break, the monsters will come charging all the way to Politia if not more. My sister will die. And not one of the Archmages of the towers would be able to do a thing about it? Wait, let's not forget you beating something on the level of that Glutenous death. For the third time?" Van Dijk's voice came through the communication crystal with a calm that made his irritation far more dangerous than shouting would have been. His face flickered in pale blue light, eyes narrowed behind his dark glasses, each point laid out like a charge in court.
"Right, saying it like that does make it sound a bit far-fetched… but you must believe me…" Ludwig answered while walking through the snow.
His boots crunched into the pale crust beneath him, and the wind came down from the northern slopes in sharp bursts. Kaiser walked beside him, indifferent to the cold, his deathly mana carefully restrained beneath a traveler's disguise.
