She aimed directly for a random, low-level Awakener who was just standing a few feet away, quietly watching the argument unfold.
The sharp blade cut completely through the man's arm like it was made of warm butter. It was a flawless, terrifying strike. His severed hand and forearm detached cleanly from his elbow and fell to the dirty ground with a wet, heavy thud.
Dark red blood instantly sprayed everywhere, painting the nearby canvas tents.
"Ahhhhh!" the man screamed at the top of his lungs, collapsing to his knees as he grabbed his bleeding stump.
He started weeping loudly in pure agony, rolling around in the dirt.
The entire public crowd gasped and stumbled backwards in absolute shock. Nobody expected the famous, rule-abiding military commander to just maim a random bystander in the middle of the street for absolutely no reason.
Julien was equally dumbfounded.
He just stood there, completely frozen, staring at the crying man bleeding out on the ground.
