Rushing through the western district of Mantis Town, Thoren ignored every strange gaze directed toward him.
His expression remained cold and grim while tension radiated heavily from his body.
The peaceful atmosphere within the town suddenly felt suffocating.
Every second wasted felt dangerous. Arriving before the towering headquarters of the Crimson Arc Guild, Thoren immediately strode toward the entrance.
The two guards stationed beside the gate stepped forward instinctively to stop him. Before either of them could even open their mouths, Thoren spoke coldly.
"Utter a single word and I will hang your heads above this gate."
His voice carried terrifying calmness.
Instantly, both guards froze completely. Their eyes widened while fear spread across their faces rapidly.
Of course, they still remembered the silver haired young man who had entered the headquarters alongside Orric's party earlier.
They had merely intended to perform a routine inspection.
