'Trusting me,' a longing echo carried the room into the next phase. The Discovery of a spy among Satan's close confidants raised hell within the chain of command. To say they were on edge would be an understatement.
"Are you a spy?"
"Prove yourself…"
Many ran around the confines with identification, their race cars. Many jumped on the chance provided by a sly Minerva, "-over here," she hailed the passing confused, "-allow us to prove your innocence," the Shadows set a machine of detection within the castle's courtyard. They jumped on the chance to prove themselves, "-allow us to prove your innocence," she gestured loudly, beckoning the quieter bystanders.
Staxius presided over the event on a walkway built at a considerable height, one of which linked two watch towers. The view over the courtyard wasn't that great – thick walls lining the path proved tenacious lest one would jump atop said walls.
"What's going on there?" Satan approached from the opposite tower.
