The sheriff immediately released the leash, wrapping the chain around his own hand.
The hunting dog seemed to understand his words. Its ears perked up, and its expression turned resolute and aggressive.
He swiftly approached and, with a fierce kick, the unlocked wooden door burst open, even knocking out the gatekeeper behind it.
"Nobody move!"
The sheriff raised his baton high, while the hunting dog barked threateningly. The two coordinated as they had countless times before during criminal arrests.
But just as he was about to take further action, he caught sight of a familiar figure amidst the eerie red light, standing out among the Heretics.
The familiar uniform, the corpulent body, and the police badge even more exquisite than his own.
His gaze slowly lifted to see the man sporting a defiant grin.
Even the police chief is one of them!
