The guards' reaction was immediate and sharply different from Peter's calculated stillness. The moment they recognized the white-haired devil, panic overtook them completely.
"Run!" one guard screamed, already sprinting away from his post.
The others needed no encouragement. Weapons clattered to the ground as they abandoned everything—dignity, duty, posts—and fled in every direction. One guard tripped over his own spear in his haste, scrambled to his feet without retrieving it, and continued running. Another shouted prayers as he ran, begging every deity he knew to spare him from the monster's attention.
CLANG! CRASH! Abandoned armor pieces and weapons littered the ground in their wake.
Within seconds, the dungeon site was deserted except for Leon and Seraphine.
