"What... what do you suggest we do?!"
Varez glared at Veronia, nearly bursting with fury.
"I... don't know..."
The latter merely repeated what the Sin Knight had said moments ago, her lips tightly pressed as she lowered her head.
The cold wind was bleak, and the night sky grew increasingly deep.
Over two hundred people gathered in the square dared not move recklessly, and the soldiers without orders stood neatly in formation as well, while Knights and Scouts surrounding the town remained steadfast at their posts.
Everyone was exhausted...
Veronia and Varez were enduring an additional layer of mental Torment.
They both knew they couldn't delay any longer; a decision had to be made, but neither could break the suffocating silence.
Another gust of cold wind swept through, and a Mage from the Fox Tribe with pale complexion couldn't help but sneeze.
"This can't go on."
It was the Sin Knight who spoke first in the end, but his next words sent a chill through the two of them...
