The Beginning of the Dungeon
Aur observed the two men, now visibly terrified, their bodies trembling in horror at the mere mention of the Golden Army.
"Still, you cannot enter our kingdom so easily. There is a treaty among the seven kingdoms," the thin man stammered, adjusting his glasses nervously.
He dared not mention the Six Kingdom Alliance, knowing that it was formed specifically to relieve pressure from the Divine Human Kingdom. Uttering those words could provoke rather than deter the other party.
"In the alliance agreement, there wasn't any rule stating we couldn't pass through here, was there?" Greater Lord Mirror asked with a faint smile, her golden armour gleaming blindingly under the sun.
"Damn it, run!" The thin man was the first to react, terror etched across his face as he left countless afterimages while fleeing. The tall bearded man wasn't far behind, spitting his alcohol onto the ground before vanishing from sight.