680 Enduring Samsara_1

A large crowd was congregated on the square in front of the church, a ragged mess.

They wished to leave as soon as possible, each delayed moment increasing their danger, yet the forbidden army blocked their way.

"What do you want? Are you planning to leave all of us here to die?"

A nobleman with a title stepped forward and protested loudly.

"I want to see the king. He must give us an explanation."

"What kind of explanation do you want?" A cold voice easily drowned out the noisy crowd.

The Silver Armoured Guard led the way, and a young man in white royal robes slowly appeared behind the icy silver helmet.

The eight Silver Armoured Guards before and after him were formidable and dignified, the spears in their hands blade sharp and intimidating.

The young king nestled in their midst, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, causing everyone to tremble in fear.