The two remaining Custodians, Rorik and the bearded young man, glared at Charles, ready to attack again.
Rorik gripped his short sword tightly, while the younger one brandished a dagger, circling slowly to flank him.
Charles knew he was at a disadvantage: his energy was low after using 30% on the electric burst that knocked out the lean Custodian.
'Shit, Lira's gonna string me up if she hears about this,' he thought, sweat trickling down his forehead.
He was weighing whether to dodge or risk another attack when a clear, calm voice cut through the silence like a knife.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Nora's voice was low but firm, as if whispering directly into the Custodians' ears, though she stood several meters away, emerging from the trees in her black Master-rank tunic, its golden stripes glinting under the moonlight.
The Custodians froze, clearly caught off guard.
Rorik lowered his sword slightly, while the bearded one turned his head toward Nora, eyes narrowing.
