[A few minutes earlier]
After Reph had found his way back to the group, he swiftly explained the situation.
"That thing was sir Albrecht!?" Many nobles shouted in unison.
Shock and terror filled their eyes as they watched the colossal stone giant march east from them. Some sighed in relief, while others trembled in fear.
Reph studied their reactions before surveying the surroundings.
The area was rough with clear signs of battle. It was also littered with bodies of both nobles and cult members.
'It really is the Cult of Jesters.' Reph thought before turning to count the surviving nobles. His face shortly turned grim, '142 nobles are here, but initially there were around 150. In just one wave, we had already lost over 10 nobles, and also what looks to be more than 20 servants. The situation is growing more horrid by the second…'
Reph's worrisome expression hardened when he realised that Lillian and Marionette weren't around.
'What a horrid situation, indeed…'
