Enaricus finally exhaled in relief.
For a moment, he had imagined the palace's famed Guardian to be an untouchable legend. Now, seeing the golden-armored man falter, he realized the threat had been smoke and mirrors all along.
Onneas, ruler of the Fourth Hall, felt her pulse spike. She shouted, a clear bell of a cry echoing between marble pillars. "Guardian, summon the other three Celestial Guards. Four as one can break Esorin, no matter how vicious his arts!"
The Guardian did not move. Metal plates groaned as he rose to his feet. His voice slipped out, low and grim. "Of the Quartet Celestial Guards, I alone have awakened."
A hush fell. The admission struck like cold rain. Mouths sagged open. Even the braziers seemed to dim, as though the hall itself were startled.
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