The two guards were only a few steps from the top when a streak of violet light tore through the air.
The purple-haired figure, who had stood silently beside the throne this entire time, vanished and reappeared before them, blocking their path with inhuman speed.
The guards didn't hesitate. Their fists flared with golden light as they charged forward in perfect sync, aiming for the figure.
But the attendant merely lifted a hand.
The air itself twisted, rippling like water under unbearable pressure. A dull hum rang out, then their attacks shattered against an unseen force.
The backlash sent both guards reeling, boots scraping against the golden steps as they barely caught their footing several paces below.
With that violet haired attendant present, the gap between them and the throne now felt like a chasm they could never cross.
"You should not interfere, that which is offered belongs to the Lord." The man before them said.
Below, Lina's voice entered every soldier's mind.
