The tip of Captain Seret's broadsword hovered bare inches from Hajin's throat, trembling with the suppressed lethal momentum of an imperial executioner.
"You have ten seconds to surrender your weapons and submit to royal custody, boy—move!" Seret snarled, his gauntlets creaking as his grip tightened on the worn leather hilt.
"On what imperial authority are you attempting to place me under arrest, Captain... do you have a warrant?" Hajin asked, his voice flat and unimpressed by the naked steel.
"You match the exact description of the rogue contractor reported during the palace wall infiltration three nights ago," Seret declared, his weathered jaw clenched tight like iron.
"An unranked youth who moves without registering with the central guild and commands abnormal summons capable of annihilating royal operatives," the Captain accused, his eyes burning with suspicion.
