Leo knew he stood no chance against all the Vikings. Just two were enough to take his life, but he dared not show weakness.
He was already wearing fearsome armor and held a long, captivating sword. What he needed now was to show prowess, but how was he supposed to do that? His martial skills were still not top-tier, nor was his swordsmanship or any of the other traits that make up an Aura Farmer.
He wasn't alone in the battle; he had Taren, Mirage, and a few Aura Farmers among the civilians. Though they were likely of low rank, they would still last a few minutes until help arrived.
'Scratch that. Mirage shouldn't be counted.'
It was a gamble, since they didn't know exactly when help would arrive. When would the information that one of Earth's most important cities was under attack reach the high officials?
Leo studied the Vikings intently. They were well-armed and prepared. The Vikings stood there in a large troop, staring at him and the civilians with malice—except for two.
