As the accusations grew louder, more and more Knights of Justice put their hands on their swords. Some who had calmed down realized the situation was slipping out of control, but no one could stop the fools who had panicked—or who were seizing the chance to smear Tyr.
Even when they appealed to the Knight Order's senior officers, who had stood at the rear all along, those officers turned a deaf ear, their gazes cold.
But the faint black glow around their right hands showed how little they liked the slander. If this went on, someone might unleash the Wolf Jaw Technique and start biting people!
Temple troops who had never believed Tyr and Lathander could find common ground hurried over. The people below were fighting Demons. Surely the defenders up here weren't about to start fighting over something so absurd?
How would that sound when word got out? How were they supposed to explain to the powers behind them why the Justice Knights had sicced wolf heads on people?
Could they say those people had been bitten by dogs—no, wolves—for claiming Tyr had allied with Lathander?
A few Priests hung back hesitantly. Just imagining someone claiming their own Supreme God had anything in common with Lathander sent chills down their spines. If that was the reason, getting hit by the Wolf Jaw Technique a couple of times would practically make the Justice Knights models of restraint.
The wall was such a mess that no one had time to watch the Undead cutting through the enemy. The arguers and the peacemakers had become one tangled crowd.
Then several explosions sounded at just the right moment, defusing the crisis before it erupted.
Debating whether Tyr planned to ally with a terrifying monster like Lathander could wait. Staying alive came first!
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