Genevieve and Michael stood beyond the security checkpoint, watching the sudden turn of events in shock.
By now, Adam had been surrounded by over a dozen guards. More and more adventurers were stepping out of the City Hall, drawn by the sudden commotion.
Adam cursed his rotten luck as he slowly undid the handwrap.
On his right hand, carved into the flesh was a crimson eye. It was enclosed within a jagged, eight-pointed star. Most in the vicinity did not identify the Brand. But the ones that did couldn't help but gasp in fear.
Ivan and Daerona found their eyes widen in astonishment.
"The Brand of Evil!" the Paladin blurted out.
Adam quickly covered the crimson mark with the handraps. He didn't know if the undead in the vicinity were going to be drawn by it or not. He wasn't taking any chances.
"It's not as bad as it seems," he said with a sheepish smile. "You see these handwraps are—"
"Back off!" the burly Paladin growled as he pointed his spear to Adam's neck.
