Chapter 448: Arc 6, - 64: Resurgence
Reverberations shook the building. All the citizens and authorities outside stood like livestock behind a barricade the police force had quickly put up.
The entrance of Palais Celneir was baron—a view not often seen even in the early hours of the morning. The afternoon sky grew grey, as dark clouds formed to block the Sun. Everyone felt the heat being pulled away from the air; the chill of winter had arrived in spring.
There was a sense of dimming around the vicinity of the opera house; it was not merely that the skies grew darker, it was more as if the light of the surroundings were being subtly drawn towards the roof of the palace.
What magics were at work were beyond anyone’s theories. Whispers and shouts were exchanged equally while waves crashed against the sea wall and the rivers undulated unrhythmically.
While crowds blocked the way and authorities kept them at bay, a red-armoured figure clanked his way through and caught his breath in front of a policeman.
"Don’t worry," Ben panted and then stood upright. "The Scorching Inferno has arrived!" he exclaimed loudly and flexed his armour.
The crowd looked at each other confused at the man. "Sir, you’re carrying weaponry in broad daylight, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me," the policeman reached for the handcuffs around his belt, pointing to the sword on Ben’s back.
"Well it’s not really daylight- Wait! I’m, I’m here to help! I’m the Scorching Inferno!" he pleaded.
"Who?" the policeman readied the handcuffs while two other policemen closed in around Ben and had a hand on their pistols.
"I’m an adventurer! I’m, I’m- I know the Thundering Blade!" he tried to defend.
"We’ve had a slew of accounts reporting suspicious activity and potential Deuctus Cult involvement, I’m going to have to ask you to slowly put your hands up sir-"
"DUFFF!!!"