The crowd had stayed silent for a while, like a city holding its breath.
But now, slowly, their voices returned.
Murmurs. Cries. Quiet prayers. People hugged each other. Some sobbed openly, others just stared, as if expecting Darwin to rise up and say it was all a joke.
The Guild Master sat on the ground, his hand over his face.
"Logan."
He looked up.
A man stepped through the line of guards. His eyes were tired, and his short black hair was messy from lack of sleep.
His coat brushed the ground as he walked.
"Marcia," Logan muttered.
He stood quickly and grabbed the man by the collar.
"What happened?!"
Guards rushed forward. Logan's aura surged out, a violent pulse that made the cobblestones tremble.
Marcia calmly gestured to the guards.
"Let him go."
The guards stopped, hesitating, and then backed off.
Marcia looked at Logan, then sighed.
"You might get your answer faster if you didn't try crushing my throat."
