Matthias's eyes narrowed sharply, and he pressed his right hand against the hilt of his sword. His true energy instantly circulated within his body, and his breathing gradually became shallow.

Neville and the soldiers immediately shifted into defensive stances. Their unsheathed longswords gleamed cold and sharp in the moonlight.

The bitter wind howled through the tunnel's exit, driving sharp flakes of snow against their faces. It stung, but they ignored the discomfort.

Barto's eyes were clea