'That doesn't make any sense,' Ambrose's thoughts spun as he paused, scanning his gaze throughout the hall. Especially that pillar. 'He was right there.'
The cheers in the hall increased as more Hunters from the dungeon raid ascended the steps. Ambrose got so distracted with finding that mysterious man that he didn't know someone was trying to walk past him until it was too late.
"Whoa." He stumbled back as the person brushed past his shoulder like he was non-existent. "Hey, what gives—?"
His words died in his throat when his eyes met the cold dark eyes of a Guide who loathed him.
Yep.
Guide Han.
The Guide didn't say anything. Just scoured him like trash from head to toes before he continued moving toward the stage. It was at this point that Ambrose realised he was the only one standing still instead of heading there.
Meanwhile, Devon's brows furrowed when the link tugged with some pressure. He'd just gotten to the first step of the stairs leading to the stage when he halted.
