They wanted to prove that a 'soft' Sovereign wouldn't be able to protect anything."
"Sir!" Xander exclaimed, pointing at the CCTV monitor. "They stopped attacking the front door."
"Why? Did they give up?" Clara asked hopefully.
"No," Ethan stood up, his aura drastically changing. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a deadly coldness. "They haven't given up. They're waiting for instructions."
Suddenly, the tablet on the table vibrated violently. A new message appeared, obscuring all the data they had been reading. The message consisted of a single line of text in an ancient language, automatically translated by Xander's system.
*The trial will begin. Be careful.*
"What does 'trial' mean?" Clara asked, her voice trembling.
Before Ethan could answer, a high-pitched alarm blare
