A commotion broke out among the ambushers. 

Royal Gem. 

The name itself held massive weight.

Grab!

Aruwen had been barely holding his anger back, but those two words became the straw that broke the camel’s back. He seized Plu-El by the collar.

“Damn it to hell! We should have recovered it at all costs!”

He yelled.

No, it was a mixture of a scream and a wail rather than a yell. Despair and anxiety were hidden in his deafening voice.

If any passersby had heard his voice, instead of frowning, they would look at him with sympathy and interest in their eyes.

Unfortunately, the one to face his voice was Plu-El, and it didn’t work on her.

She forcefully disengaged Aruwen’s hands from her collar and straightened out her clothes. As her eyes turned deadly, she replied. 

“How were we supposed to recover it? Didn't you see Kevil sever its arm to run away? That man was connected to the source of the magical energy, and he also defeated the fear. What could the six of us do against him? Even if Kevil were at its full strength, its victory still wouldn't be guaranteed against that man!”

“Still, we should've done everything in our power to recover it!

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