"Could it be the Eiffel Tower?" Carcas's voice trembled. "Impossible! How... how could they be so fast?"
"What did you say!" Morgan le Fay was almost screaming, disbelief threading through her voice. "They're already in Paris?"
She rushed up to Gregory, grabbed both his arms, and dug her nails into his flesh. "Why didn't you tell me this!"
"Ah!" Gregory cried out in pain. "Tell you what?"
"They're already in Paris!" Morgan le Fay cursed. "You idiot! Couldn't you see that at all?"
"Enough!" Gregory realized something, flung his arms out, and broke free of Morgan le Fay's hands. "Morgana, are you planning to shift the blame onto me?"
"I was the one who noticed those Guardians were moving! Do you know who I was up against? Venda Rosier! She's been hunting me down this whole time!"
"If not for me! If I hadn't racked my brains to shake her off and come back to report this, you'd still be kept in the dark, lost in your sweet dreams!"
Morgan le Fay's expression was ugly. Refusing to believe it, she flicked her hand, and a crystal ball slipped out from her cuff, nearly falling from her fingertips to the ground.
She hurriedly reached out with her other hand and clumsily caught the crystal ball.
Gritting her teeth, she raised her wand and struck the crystal ball hard, muttering as she tried to convince herself, "It can't be that fast. It can't be that fast!"
Thump, thump!
The crystal ball let out a crisp ringing sound, and sparks burst from the tip of the wand.
The originally translucent crystal ball showed a clear image—not the bright, clear city she had hoped for, but a city shrouded in dark clouds.
She quickly waved her wand, the tip touching the crystal ball and