Grak's eyes widened in shock the instant it happened.
In the blink of an eye, two of his men, whom he had expected to act as protectors, had been wiped out.
Angered, Grak tried to reach for his blade at the lower part of his back, but before he could grab the hilt—
Pheww!
Ciel shot him precisely in the knee.
A loud cry left his mouth, and he collapsed instantly onto one knee, his face twisted in raw pain and paralyzing fear.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to fight the pain for as long as he could.
From a far distance, he could hear the agonizing cries of his men getting slaughtered left and right. He could also tell that they were massively outnumbered.
This realization led him to wonder how such a huge number of people could have sneaked into the city without anyone raising a single alarm.
The fact he could see a flaming cat and a white dragon playing at a distance further raised multiple questions in his mind.
'Who the hell were these people?'
