Unbeknownst to those around him, Desmond possessed strength comparable to that of a second-class Swordsman, having discreetly activated his body enchantment not once, but twice. Unfortunately, the injured guard's final words had diverted everyone's attention from this crucial detail. The guards now glared at Desmond with a murderous intent, their collective gaze piercing through him.
Six guards, who had previously encircled Desmond, swiftly obeyed their captain's commands and stepped back, creating a clearing. Desmond, undeterred, remained composed, neither launching an attack nor attempting to flee from his confined position.
In a sudden turn of events, the ground beneath Desmond's feet morphed into pliable clay, enveloping his legs and solidifying, effectively trapping him in place. Not stopping there, the clay-like substance extended from the ground, growing tall and transforming into sturdy pillars that surrounded him.