Difference

Jared looked at Dilan with anger. His muscles were itching to move and to beat up the young man, who didn't look like he turned 22 years yet.

However, Jared knew that it was impossible for him to make a move against Dilan. This was a fact. He didn't do anything to Dilan, even after the young man calmed down.

"I don't seem to be welcomed here," Dilan said all of a sudden, his eyes staring straight into Jared's. After he retracted his killing intent, everyone around him was able to move, but contrary to Dilan's expectations, nobody dared to approach them.

'Too afraid…weakling.' Somehow, Dilan was a little bit disappointed. The Soldiers were not even trying to fight against him. He was a monster in their eyes; someone, who killed their comrades without a second of hesitation just because he had a twisted sense of justice.