"I don't like this," Genevieve muttered. "I think something's watching".
Genevieve barely finished saying this when the situation changed.
'It can't be that cliché, right?' Noah was stunned.
But yes, it was. The statues turned.
And then, from every alcove, the Preachers of Silence stepped forward; ghostly monks with no mouths, wielding censers that dripped with shadowflame. No battle cry, no warning, rather just instant chaos.
BZZZ!
Flames surged. But they barely did when Aria vanished, already blurring into action to intercept the closest Priests.
Benjamin's staff spun as he erected barriers, shielding half the team.
At the same time, Dain Ironvalor also already moved as with a bellow, his great shield crashed into the first Preacher with divine fury.
As for Noah? In his grasp, Aetherforge whistled through the air, the SSS-Rank weapon shattering a statue mid-incantation.
