When Leon touched down at the third dungeon site, still carrying Seraphine in his arms, they were greeted by a very different scene from the previous locations. Unlike the panicked guards who had fled at the mere sight of him, or the calculated stillness of those who recognized the white-haired devil, these guards stood their ground with stubborn pride.
There were six of them manning the outpost, their armor bearing the insignia of the kingdom they had served faithfully for years. Their weapons remained at the ready as Leon gently set Seraphine down, her feet touching the ground with apparent reluctance.
"Halt! State your business here!" the lead guard barked, stepping forward with his spear leveled. His voice carried the authority of someone used to being obeyed. "This is a restricted dungeon site under royal decree!"
