An hour later, they finally arrived at Lycranor City.
At first, the city guards were furious, ready to shout at the group barreling toward the gates without slowing down. But the instant they recognized the approaching figures, their expressions snapped into panic.
"Make way! Let them pass!"
Inside the Wolfsblade Manor, chaos erupted. Duke Garrick abruptly rose from his seat, his expression darkening as he sensed several approaching auras with multiple Epic ranks and even two presences so oppressive he felt a shiver crawl up his spine. One of them wasn't even concealing his power.
"Brother Hale, are they from the Royal Family?" Garrick asked a middle-aged man in his late 40s, who also seemed to be troubled by this situation.
"I'm not sure." Hale shook his head, his brows knit together in confusion. "All I know is that the Crown Prince left with Grand Duke Rowan. They should've arrived at the Steelhearts by now."
