Within the castle, the atmosphere was tense.
Everyone was cramped together in the main hall, faces painted with anxiety and fear. In the middle of it all, Arthur sat, Excalibur in hand, exuding a powerful, golden glow. Right—even now, when he couldn't move without someone lending him a shoulder, he was still keeping the Holy Field on!
'It's suddenly gotten quiet…' Arthur thought.
After the brief ground shaking and that explosive blast earlier, not a single murmur echoed. It almost felt like everyone was afraid to make a sound, as if the monsters would find them if they did.
"...!"
Right then, Arthur felt a presence enter his field. A very familiar one, at that.
"You, Leila." Arthur called to the dark elf beside him. "Please help those who just arrived. And ask them what's happening outside."
"Yes, my king."
The woman caressed his battered chest one last time before reluctantly standing up and running outside. All eyes tracked her figure—the only one who dared move among them.
