Gabriel's gaze lingered on the armored figure for a second longer than the others before shifting back to the group, and a faint trace of annoyance passed across his face when he recognized ChaosCleric standing there.
But just as quickly, as if the latter wasn't worthy of his attention, he glanced at the armored figure beside him again.
He already knew ChaosCleric, and he knew what kind of people ChaosKnight were, but this one was new. That alone made him stay where he was instead of walking away from the scene like he had first intended.
Dust still floated around the collapsed base, and the street was filled with broken stone, blood, and the remains of an organization that had once made players tremble.
Gabriel stood there with his clothes dirty, his expression calm, and his presence heavy enough that even after surviving the collapse, no one on the other side dared move too much.
