C292 The Familiar Face

"Take them away now!" the Crow Envoy bellowed, stamping his foot in fury.

"It seems my fears have come true..."

Cithir was pinned to the ground, yet he displayed no urgency or fear, only a wry smile as he muttered to himself.

With resolve in his eyes, he bellowed with conviction, "If not now, when?"

"Snap!"

A crisp sound echoed as if a bag he was carrying had burst.

Suddenly