A miraculous scene appeared. In the eyes of the fleeing civilians, the cavalry charging at that young man seemed to be made of paper—they raised their swords to clash with Brand, but the Fine Steel Longsword immediately bent backward, snapped, and shattered into thousands of steel needles that shot back. Then, an enormous force sent the rider and horse high into the air, both flying back in unison.
One, two, three—the refugees behind Brand couldn't help but count out loud, counting all the way to seven. The three remaining cavalrymen were terrified, tightly pulling their reins and unwilling to come any closer.
Yulier stared at Brand, as if he had seen a ghost. Markov's guards were even more frightened, completely forgetting their duties and letting the refugees breach their defensive line, rushing over to Brand's side.
