"No..!!" Royce shouted, though barely anyone heard.
The two guards looked at all the captains, their faces shocked and confused. All the captains were staring past them, eyes wide. The guards turned around to see what had caused the commotion, only to find their captain's head falling to the ground.
As if broken from a spell, everyone started talking at once:
"A first-ranker kid… killed a second-ranker…?"
"What strength… what speed…"
"A second-ranker in just one attack…?"
"What the hel…"
"Is this for real…!?"
Damian swung his sword through the air, wiping off the blood, before sheathing it at his waist. Turning around, he walked past the two frozen guards, who stepped back as he approached, lowering their heads in submission. Damian ignored them, taking his seat near Sam and Yovan. Both of them wore expressions of disbelief—though Sam had a slight, proud smile. Yovan, on the other hand, was witnessing for the first time what Damian was truly capable of.
