Not far away, Alf, Erinnette, and Hesbeirn stood silently by the royal garden gate—watching the chaos unfold.
Their lord, Garius De Armand. Stoic, calm, always composed—was currently in mid-air.
"Like this!!"
Garius shouted, mimicking Veldrac's move with surprising agility for a man of his status.
He twisted in the air and brought his palm down in a dramatic arc, slapping nothing but the wind.
He landed firmly, looking satisfied.
"Perfect technique," Garius nodded to himself.
Erinnette blinked twice.
Hesbeirn tilted his head slightly.
Alf remained expressionless.
The three shared a quick look.
Then Alf muttered dryly,
"…Looks like some dwarves really get it this time."
Erinnette sighed and crossed her arms.
"A whole celestial war… and this is the result."
"Forehead festival," Hesbeirn added.