The old man Jen stood tall, his sturdy body blocking Holas, who tried to step away. The cold wind hit his face, but he remained focused, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the high wall above. The sound of hurried footsteps and quick-moving shadows appeared in his line of sight.
Several people ran and jumped from the wall, diving straight into the battle below. They were led by a figure floating atop a white disc enveloped in blue flames, his body clad in blue gear with a purple cloak billowing behind him.
"A level 3 player," Jen muttered, his voice low, almost like a whisper to himself.
His body tensed slightly, and the calm expression on his face shifted to one of alertness. His gaze locked onto Budi, who was approaching through the air.