"What's wrong?"
Bruto had already shaken off his low spirits. His long-standing rapport led him to immediately place a hand on the handle of his warhammer, his eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
Lancelot didn't answer right away. Instead, he carefully listened to the sounds reaching his ears. The clanging of metal was easy to distinguish, indicating a fierce battle taking place not far ahead. What concerned Lancelot was a certain peculiar resonance, reminiscent of multiple whips lashing simultaneously, a sound he had heard elsewhere before.
"There's a battle ahead," Lancelot said, drawing out the hand half sword he carried on his shoulder. "Among them is a six-armed serpent demon."
"It could be General Sonam!" Succubus Leticia became excited at once, as Lancelot knew she had been secretly wiping tears earlier, "Or it could be Viska or Bessiah... Hurry and help them, Sir!"
"Of course, if indeed some of our acquaintances are there..."
