Discordance

Angor watched as a group of cultists rampaged in the shop. Also, he recognized someone in their rank.

Saladin.

Their violent display easily silenced every customer. Someone was already trying to sneak away. Even powerful wizards would not want to provoke these vengeful and cold-blooded thugs and earn their endless grudge.

An apprentice with a swollen body carefully moved to the back door to escape. But as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, a knight sword came his way and slashed his pouch apart, causing several items to drop on the floor.

The fat man jumped and trembled as he watched one of the robed men, who just threw his sword, approached him.

"What-what do you want?? I-my teacher is-" the fat apprentice stuttered with running nose and tears.

The cultist showed a disgusted look. "By the world's consciousness… How did a junk like you become an apprentice?"