"Stop!"
Everyone turned to look at the person who dared to stop the ruthless swordsman, a name Noah had come to be known as in the last year.
It was not that the person wanted to stop Noah and demand a toll, but he was too shaken with fear and instinctively demanded he stop.
Now that the arrow was shot, he could not take it back. So the group could only bite the bitter pill.
"You cannot go ahead without a toll." Had they let him pass, things would have ended there, but now it had come to the pride and ego of the group, so they were no longer willing to back down.
The broad-shouldered leader stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon. Despite the visible fear in his eyes when he looked at Noah, he didn't back down.
"We know what you're capable of, black hair," he said, his voice wavering slightly. "We've seen what you can do. But this time is different."
