A storm signal warning would've been nice.
But disasters—like crystal quakes and family reunions—always had a way of surprising you.
Like a flying sucker punch.
Because that was exactly what came crashing outside the front door of DG's modest little guild base that morning: a giant green fist aimed squarely at Princess Kira's face.
BAM!
The entire building shuddered, the front wall creaking ominously as the Princess ducked and countered with her own strike, the air rippling from the impact.
There was a beat of stunned silence from everyone else.
"…"
Luca blinked sleepily from where he stood, utterly confused. Why were they under attack this early in the morning?!
He was already on his feet, a sphere of defensive spiritual energy forming instinctively at his palm, ready to intercept.
But just as he stepped forward, Xavier's hand landed lightly on his shoulder, stopping him.
