The Boundless froze where he stood, his gaze moving first toward the corpse of The Immovable, then toward Grey, and finally toward Petri, but his disciple only met his eyes with a bitter smile.
Petri had called out for his master to hurry the moment he arrived, and if The Boundless had truly wanted to, he could have crossed the distance almost instantly.
The problem was that even he had underestimated just how much chaos Grey Temolt could create in such a short span of time, which was almost ironic considering chaos was exactly what both master and disciple had wanted from him in the first place.
Petri and The Boundless had long agreed that something rotten had taken root inside the Holy City, something dangerous enough that it needed to be torn out before it spread any farther.
