On the opposite side of the black sand hill from where Marcus, Mrazivý, Roxene, Blitz and Inten were, there were four cloaked figures.
The one that had attacked Marcus to prevent him from getting close enough to Zaila to heal here was wielding a large athros war hamr and giving off a sinister aura.
'A demon?' Marcus thought narrowing his eyes at the man.
He had encountered his fair share of the otherworldly beings that enjoyed sowing chaos and destruction, and this man gave off a similar presence. However, he did not feel like any of the other demons Marcus had ever gone up against. He also felt human, more like he was so type of half demon.
However, before Marcus could further analyze the situation, he felt Mrazivý explode with fury next to him and she fired her dragon breath in a concentrated beam at one of the figures standing in the middle.
The hot desert air imdiately began to plumt and Marcus along with his beast companions had to jump away from Mrazivý to avoid being frozen.
'What is she doing?!' Marcus thought, surprise on his face.
He had not seen her act this rashly before, but she must have seen sothing when using her dragon eyes that caused her to lash out like this.
She had not held anything back with her attack, even going so far as to use her Supre Skill along with it.
Yet her breath attack never reached its target, as the man that was wielding a war hamr took out a spell sealing talisman and threw it forward.
A large void appeared from the talisman in front of Mrazivý's attack and sucked it in like a black hole. Quickly erasing her breath attack.
"My, my, that was scary. Is that any way to greet your uncle Mrazivý." The man she had been aiming at said with his voice being projected over the area, before pulling down the hood of his cloak.
Disheveled blue hair the sa color as Mrazivý's was the first thing that Marcus noticed, and when he turned his attention towards the man's face, he was just as enraged as Mrazivý.
This was the man that had interrupted their engagent party with a horde of demons and tried to take over Borealia so he could sacrifice the population of the royal capital.
Standing before them with a confident smirk on his face was Vaughn Borealia, one of the mbers of Borealia's royal family that had betrayed the kingdom to work for demons.
He was the youngest brother of Mrazivý's father, the current king, and an accomplished mage that was originally planned to take Aria's place as the kingdom's Grand Archmage before his betrayal.
His being here was all the proof that Marcus needed to know exactly who had captured Aezam's guardian beast and had been rallying the undead to attack.
"You are not my uncle anymore! You are just scum that I need to eradicate" Mrazivý spat.
She then turned her dragon eyes on the other still cloaked figures, looking to find her brother Braylen who had also joined Vaughn in his treachery.
But she did not find her brother among those that were present, but instead soone else that was shocking enough to make her forget her anger for a mont.
Her eyes were locked on the man who was wielding the athros war hamr. In the past they had been acquainted and even fought together, and never would she have thought to see this man with her traitorous uncle.
"Looks like I have been found out. No need for this suffocating thing anymore then." The man said before flinging his cloak off.
With the man now in full view, Marcus was able to see why Mrazivý was in a montary daze.
He also knew this man and had even rescued him from a prison stronghold at one point during the civil war in Tralenstein. Back then they had fought together as comrades, but now he was giving off a sinister aura and had taken on several fiendish features that made him look like a demon.
"Argus." Marcus said, in disbelief.
The man hardly looked the sa as he had just a few years ago, but his face had not changed much, and Marcus was instantly able to recognize the forr third ranked Great Knight of Tralenstein
Marcus had heard from Lyra that he had left Tralenstein on amicable terms after it had beco stable. He had apparently worked hard on its reconstruction efforts but seeing him here in his current state made it clear what he truly was.
After Vaughn and Argus had revealed themselves the other two figures took their cloaks off and no longer tried hiding themselves. Under Mrazivý's gaze their secrets had already been uncovered anyways.
One of them was a powerful high level undead. A crimson skeleton that was wreathed in blood red flas.
The other was a young woman with brown hair and deep bags under eyes. She looked like a normal human, but she gave off a frightening presence.
"Frederica, what are our odds?" Vaughn said to the tired looking girl.
A blue haze exploded around her body after he said this, and Marcus felt like so sort of force was analyzing him.
Mrazivý and his beast comparisons must have felt the sa way, as they tensed up and brought their guard up even higher.
Still, no attack occurred, and the girl nad Frederica simply answered Vaughn in a robotic manner.
"Chance of victory, twenty-eight percent. Chance of escape, ninety-nine percent."
At this Vaughn, who was clearly in charge of this group frowned and let out a sigh.
"To think that we are so outmatched. I suppose our only option is to run then. It is a sha that we will not be able to complete our objective, but staying alive is more important. We will be of no use to our master if we wind up dead and unable to continue with our plans."
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