Darren’s agonized screams echoed through the grand hall as he clutched the bloody stump where his hand had once been. His face twisted in sheer agony, veins bulging from his neck as he roared, “What are you waiting for?! Kill him! Kill him now!”
But the soldiers remained frozen in place, their grips tightening on their weapons, but not a single one dared to step forward. Their eyes darted between Darren, writhing in pain, and Lanc, standing tall, unfazed, his presence emanating overwhelming authority. The hesitation in their stance deepened when Selene took a step forward; The Astra Blade still pointed at them.
“Move, and you die.” Her voice rang with chilling finality.
“Elite guards!!!” Selene called out.
At her command, the grand doors burst open. In a flash of disciplined precision,
