Luce, with his innate reaction as an Iron Guard, recognized this Priest's Divine Arts. The crystal in his hand flashed faintly, as if a curtain had drawn over it, casting everything into darkness. But before all was enveloped in pitch black, he had already turned with his shield towards the direction the black ray had come from, wary of a sudden attack.
Yet a pair of hands reached from behind and pulled him back.
Luce was startled, not expecting someone behind him — but the attacker didn't seem undead, as the hands covering his face were warm, evidently from a living person.
Just as he was about to struggle, a familiar voice came: "Don't move, it's me, Luce!"
It was the Imperial Guard Swordsman from Little Fatty's team.
Their team wasn't big, each member knew each other well, and Luce quickly recognized the voice. He was about to ask something, but the person shook his head in the dark, pulling him to the side.
Then whispered, "Do you have the Communication Crystal?"
