EW. Beautiful death

PRESENT TIME

This was the strangest thing—Arca didn't sense a thing out of order in Irmilla's room when he heard the thud. Not at first—and then he felt her aura flickering weakly.

Something was terribly wrong.

Armor of Angels coalesced into being as Arca dashed out of his room. Romeo was right at Arca's heels.

The door to Irmilla's room was locked, but after the first failed attempt at opening it, Arca didn't hesitate a moment before bashing it open. A single strike with a steel-clad fist was all it took to break the hinges.

The door flew forward with more force than Arca expected, landing with a loud crash. At the same time, a powerful gust of wind pushed Arca forward with a force he didn't expect. It wasn't a spell—or at least, Arca felt no mana from it—but it was powerful enough to send him tumbling into the room.

Then Romeo crashed into Arca's back with a shout of alarm, and they both fell to the ground with the clang of Arca's armor.