Escape
The streets fell into an eerie silence as ten guards clad in silver armour, accompanied by one in black, encircled a muscular, half-naked youth with long white hair.
The sun glinted off his bulging muscles that seemed to be sculpted by the gods giving a sense of intimidation.
Aur glanced at the group with vacant eyes and continued walking.
"You…" the guard who had spoken before stepped forward, glancing nervously at his companions, who smirked in response.
He then turned his attention to the black-armoured man, who observed silently with cold eyes.
"Do you truly believe your status as an Elder can protect you?" the guard challenged, stepping in Aur's path once more. "Or did you think your pitiful mid-tier one wizard realm could offer you salvation?"
"No," Aur responded, finally turning to face the man. His crimson eyes bore into the guard, reflecting his figure with unsettling intensity.