Chapter 27 The March Of The Broken Saint

• Duke Elena's quill scratched across parchment when the doors to her study burst open. A knight stumbled in, his silver armor splattered with what she prayed was wine. "D-Duke Elena! We have troublemakers in the city!" he gasped, clutching his helmet as if it is very important.
• Elena massaged her temples, the candlelight catching the dark circles under her eyes. "Gods' blood, if it's another guard harassing merchants, just—"
• "No, my Lady! It's humans!" The knight's voice cracked. "One wields a Regalia that freezes men solid, another moves faster than our elite guards can track, and—" He swallowed hard, his gauntleted hands trembling. "Between them walks... a demon in human skin."