While the Slave Trade Guild and their allies were targeting the Crimson Arc Guild, likewise, they were being targeted by the Crimson Arc Guild.
While deadly destruction was going on in the northern street, on the eastern street, two groups confronted each other in a narrow alley.
The atmosphere was equally tense.
"Where are you going?" Riven asked in a low, dangerous voice.
His broad sword rested casually on his shoulder while his massive shield remained firmly in his left hand.
His calm expression carried overwhelming confidence.
Hmm?
Halting in their tracks, Nahlia widened her eyes in disbelief.
'How are they here?'
'What is Oswald doing?'
She screamed inwardly.
This was not their plan.
Oswald was the vanguard while she was the follow up.
They expected the Crimson Arc Guild to have a few supporters in the town, and her group was to crush those while also making sure the Crimson Arc Guild did not escape.
Everything had been carefully planned beforehand.
But now...
