Without a word, she stood up, grabbed Efan's sleeve, and pulled him firmly. "Let's go, this guy is crazy," she said briefly. Her gaze flickered toward Lein, signaling for them to leave immediately.
Lein, who had been observing from the start, smiled faintly. He said nothing, merely following Laras, as if Sylas's appearance was nothing more than a passing breeze, unworthy of further attention.
After all, Lein knew one thing—Sylas was only a Rank 2 King. Slightly stronger than him, but not someone to be concerned about.
"B-Brother Lein! Wait, Laras!"
Efan, who had fallen slightly behind, quickly shouted before rushing to catch up with them. However, before leaving, he spared a glance at Sylas. This time, his gaze was serious.
"Young man, consider today your lucky day. Don't do something like that again."
After leaving that warning, he ran to catch up with Lein and Laras, who had already walked quite far into the crowd.
