"No, no, no!"
A thief with a seemingly timid disposition stood on the outermost edge of the battlefield.
As the blood in the center of the field grew more plentiful and the smell intensified, the fear within him could no longer be contained.
His pupils trembled, his feet hesitated on the ground, then turned abruptly to flee in the direction away from the port.
However, escaping from this battlefield was futile.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The heavy and urgent footsteps sounded like a bass drum being beaten!
Like a predator attracted by his sudden escape, the footsteps, full of oppression, seemed to strike directly at the heart, closing in on him swiftly!
The sound of the footsteps crossed the crowd in less than a second, and with their advance, the thief's fear became increasingly uncontrollable.
"Stay away!"
When he shouted, he was almost on the verge of tears, and the bronze short sword in his hand, under hysteria pressed by fear, swung wildly behind him.
