Cedric exhaled softly, watching Marcellus pat invisible dust from his pristine coat with an overly serious expression. He shook his head and walked toward him.
"Marcellus."
"What?"
Cedric crossed his arms, his voice calm but firm. "Don't forget, our mission is to monitor our men, making sure they secure the target without any problems. Father gave us clear orders. And if anything of interest appears, we're to capture it if we can."
Marcellus dug his pinky into his ear, pulling it out and flicking it away before mumbling in complaint. "I know, I know..."
Cedric glanced at the girl, who was still burning with the white flame, her screams slowly fading into weak, guttural gasps. He turned back to Marcellus. "You know... you should stop your skill now."
"Hmm. I don't think that girl will..." Marcellus began, but before he could continue, he narrowed his eyes toward Cedric. Both of them turned in perfect sync, their gazes locking onto the rooftop of a nearby building.
