The moment Kyle stepped into the enemy camp, the ground itself seemed to still.
He made no attempt to mask his presence; instead, he allowed his aura to flood the field like a rising tide, oppressive and sharp.
The soldiers nearby stiffened, their instincts screaming danger.
It didn't take long before the Saintess and the Grand Priest appeared at the front of the formation, both cloaked in holy vestments that shimmered faintly with divine energy.
"Well, well. The young master of the cursed village. I commend your wisdom for understanding the futility of resistance. Have you come to surrender?"
The Grand Priest said, folding his hands behind his back.
Kyle didn't bother replying. His expression remained cold, eyes sweeping the crowd as if assessing the worth of each soul present.
Unbothered by the silence, the Grand Priest gave a signal, and a young priest stepped forward from the ranks, moving to bind Kyle.
"I suggest you stop. One step closer and I won't hold back."
