"Could it be the Eiffel Tower?" Calchas's voice trembled slightly. "Impossible! They... how could they be moving so fast?"
"What did you say?" Morgana le Fay practically screamed, her voice filled with disbelief. "They've already reached Paris?"
She rushed over to Gregory, gripping his arms with both hands, her nails already digging into his flesh. "Why didn't you tell me this?!"
"Ah!" Gregory cried out in pain. "What was I supposed to tell you?"
"They've already reached Paris!" Morgana le Fay cursed. "You idiot! Couldn't you see it at all?"
"Enough!" Realizing something, Gregory flung his arms free of Morgana le Fay's grip. "Morgana, are you planning to shift the blame onto me?"
"I was the one who noticed those Guardians making their move! Do you know who my opponent is? Vinda Rosier! She's been hunting me down this whole time!"
"If not for me! If I hadn't gone to such lengths to shake her off and come back to report this, you'd still be in the dark, dreaming your sweet dreams!"
Morgana le Fay's expression darkened. Refusing to accept it, she flicked her hand, and a crystal ball slid from her sleeve, nearly falling from her fingertips to the floor.
She hurriedly reached out with her other hand, awkwardly catching the crystal ball.
Grinding her teeth, she raised her wand and struck the crystal ball heavily, muttering as she tried to convince herself, "They can't have been that fast! They can't have been that fast!"
Knock! Knock!
The crystal ball rang out crisply, and sparks even burst from the tip of her wand.
The once-transparent crystal ball displayed a distinct image—not the clear city she had hoped to see, but a city shrouded in dark clouds.
She quickly waved her wand, its tip touching the crystal ball and producing