The instant Prince Kahn barked his command, the guards moved with ruthless precision, their formation closing around Selene, Nyx, and Lira in a matter of heartbeats. Polished armor clinked in rhythm and the gleam of sharpened weapons reflected the setting sun. Citizens scattered to the sides, whispers breaking into cries of panic as the crowd retreated to watch from a safer distance.
But the three young women did not cower. Their bodies lowered instinctively into combat stances, each of them channeling their cultivation without hesitation. Selene's sharp voice cut through the tension as she spat at the nearest guard, "If you dare lay a finger on us, you will regret it."
