Jaha stared at them, his face expressionless as he stated plainly. "We have no reason to state our business. Let us through."
The guard blinked for a moment before his face twisted with anger. "Excuse me? Do you know where you are right now? This is the Azure Mist Clan. Not just anyone can come here. If you won't state your business, then leave before we make you."
And as he said those words, four more guards moved towards the carriage, dressed in navy blue. Jaha scoffed as he watched the haughty guards approach their carriage, ready to throw them out of the situation that arose. This, Jaha thought, this is why I don't like these righteous assholes.
The first guardian didn't utter a single word, choosing to let his aura speak for him. The dark energy seeped through the air, chilling the men where they stood. Suddenly, it became harder for them to breathe. It was as if something heavy was pressing their lungs, pushing them.
