The murmurs built into something approaching panic, understanding that the situation had escalated beyond anything they could comprehend.
Squad Ten stood frozen among the crowd, their faces showing shock.
Helena's mouth hung open, her hands clenched at her sides.
'A Light Bearer... They're supposed to be the second strongest race in the universe, why would one of them–'
Regulus's black eyes tracked between the golden figure and Damian's kneeling form.
'This is getting out of control. First the Patriarchs interrogate him, now a Light Bearer appears to...'
His thoughts scattered, unable to find solid ground.
Sicar's pink eyes blazed brighter, his mind racing through implications.
'They're too busy fighting demons to care about our internal politics. So why would one come here specifically?'
The Sword Demon's weathered face showed something approaching satisfaction, his lips curved slightly.
'Interesting... This boy keeps surprising me.'
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