Unconvinced

"Please...don't..." The middle-aged man's voice quivered as Vesta's intense gaze bore into him. A sense of fear overwhelmed him, causing him to instinctively take a step back. His eyes darted nervously toward the other villagers, silently pleading for their assistance, but their gazes held a glint of fear, leaving him to face Vesta alone.

"Sir, please refrain from troubling these people," a voice resonated in Vesta's ears, drawing his attention. He turned to find the village chief, his expression fraught with concern.