The cries of panic and shouts of confusion rose around them.
For a moment, Gabrant thought a nearby volcano had erupted and felt his stomach tighten.
Then his arm was grabbed, hard.
He turned and saw Quintus's face pale and stiff with fear, his eyes bloodshot with tension.
"This…! This feels like that time!"
"What? Isn't this an eruption?" Gabrant demanded.
"No! It's the awakening of an ancient magic circle!"
"What? The one from Dalmasca? You mean it's happening here?"
"There is no mistake!"
"Then we must act immediately! I will lead the troops. You rally the knights!"
Quintus didn't even pause to answer before barking orders at his aide.
"First and Third Divisions, secure the palace and its surroundings! Fourth Division, defend the capital! The Fifth Division is stationed in the northern mountains, yes? Good. I will personally lead the Second Division to the site. Tell the Knight Commander to take full command of the operations!"
