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– What are we waiting for? – a stern male voice boomed.
No matter how agile Albrecht was, he still had a long way to go before he could compare to Captain Warren.
Unfortunately, the most secretive of all the secret guards wasn't alone; he was with his beloved priestess, Emma.
– Our primary task is to create the necessary scale for the First Minister, not to maintain order. Others will take care of that.
Warren nodded towards an entire legion of priestesses gathered nearby.
– The High Priestess is personally overseeing the festival, – Emma confirmed.
– What a scale!
– Indeed!