Crisis Resolved
- Within the Death Realm -
The butler and I raced back to Axilia's manor, as I felt the barrier I had set being hit. The point of impact appeared to be coming from the front of the mansion, so I flew up into the air to take a look. The butler, on the other hand, couldn't fly, but he had alternatives.
Scaling a tree with such swiftness and nimbleness that I wouldn't have believed he was actually an old man, he then jumped onto the manor's roof and performed a deft tumble to ease the momentum. I stopped for a second, blinking at him in shock, but quickly turned away, remembering the matter at hand.
Down below, at the front entrance of the manor, a group of cloaked and hooded figures stood before my incredibly enormous silver magic barrier, made of Metal Essence. The butler, crouching below me, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth tightly, a vein popping out on his forehead. He was seething with anger, face red with frustration.