"Marquis Forenus and his Knight, Forcas."
Those were the rebels, the traitorous scum that put their backs towards the Aetree Speakers. They literally helped steal this land from Babyl and never looked back. Everything about them was loathsome, and needed to be dealt with as swiftly as possible.
Phanuel's eye glimmered, she was about to pull out her swords, but instead she faced to the valley where she saw Elyia holding onto Ayla, the latter seemingly in extreme pain as she clutched her daughter.
"So you're who we were supposed to meet… Tch I'll deal with you both later. My people need me."
She zoomed off to Ayla and the others, a grin yet hopeful expression on her face.
Nasiah was finally able to stand up as Forcas let go of him. He dusted himself off and gave both of his old friends a smile.