Crowne arrived in front of the gate of the Doomsty city ruler's mansion. His eyes were sharp, and his fists clenched in anger.
Several guards in armor exchanged glances. One of them quickly stepped forward, trying to stop Crowne.
"Stop, young man! Not just anyone ca—"
Slash!
Splatter!
One swing instantly cut the guard's body in half. Blood splashed in every direction, and his body fell to the ground.
The other guards immediately drew their weapons. Their faces turned pale from fear. They swallowed hard. No one dared to move after seeing their comrade sliced apart.
Two guards whispered to each other. One of them ran inside, while the rest pointed their weapons at Crowne.
"Stop! If you don't, you'll be in serious trouble! Reinforcements are coming! Surrender yourself!" shouted one of the guards.
Crowne kept walking calmly, his gaze sharp and fixed forward. He raised his hand and pointed at one of the guards.
Woosh!
