"Big brother!" Erlin exclaimed in surprise.
The man she called Big Brother was none other than Prince Nahuel of the Arthridian Kingdom, one of the most influential figures on the continent. He stood tall and proud, a well-built, strikingly handsome man clad in ornate silver armor that gleamed under the fractured light of the ruined sky.
Behind him, fifteen royal guards emerged, each clad in full-body silver armor, their presence silent but menacing.
The three agents, Zane, Shelby, and even Erlin froze mid-step near the spatial rift. Their vigilance spiked.
But no one was more alert than Sebastian Hemp.
His heart thudded. No. Not now… not when I'm this close to leaving. He was desperate to get out of this realm and away from any political scrutiny. He was a spy, after all—and he knew exactly how his kind were treated when caught.
Zane scanned the group, his All-Seeing Vision flickering as stats appeared above the guards.