Knossos City, a petite figure in purple darted through the chaotic streets, urgently directing the bewildered residents to find refuge.
"Granny, lock the doors and windows!"
"Grandpa Constantine, leave the things on the stall, get inside first!"
"Sister Beatrice, hide yourself, I will take care of these herbs for you!"
"..."
Little Medusa tried her best to settle the nearby panicked residents, but being too young and taken lightly, her frantic efforts only managed to convince a few familiar neighbors.
Moreover, as the cool clanking of metal armor approached, a century of soldiers tasked with maintaining order in the City of Knossos also noticed the tiny figure running amok on the street.
"Little girl, whose child are you? Go home! It's dangerous outside now!"
The middle-aged officer leading the charge, wearing an ancient Greek helmet with Cretan bull motifs on the sides and a bronze sword at his waist, frowned and chastised Little Medusa as she rushed about.