Thoren stared at Ernest with a knowing smile.
From the information he had gathered, Jareth was the Chief of the Federation Police, and Ernest served as his deputy.
However, their relationship extended far beyond official titles. No one knew the full story, yet everyone understood that their bond had been forged through something deeper than mere professional duty.
As Thoren studied Ernest, the deputy was doing the same.
He had never believed that a mere rookie would one day attempt to destroy everything they had painstakingly built.
I just need to hold him back until Jareth gets that thing moving, Ernest thought grimly.
His gaze shifted to the Level 18 undead standing not far away. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself.
Every instinct in his body warned him that this battle would be far from easy.
Beside him, the Federation Police officers stood in rigid formation, their expressions solemn and tense.
Mages gripped their staffs tightly, knuckles pale.
