"What?!"
"Oh my goodness!!"
The collective gasp of the crowd was a tangible thing, a wave of shock that rippled through the town square. All eyes were fixed on the sky, where two figures descended with a chilling, almost predatory stillness.
"Is that?!" a voice whispered, lost in the murmur that spread through the assembled citizens.
"Oh my God! That's Jolie's father!" another person exclaimed, their voice thick with disbelief.
"Who's the second man in white?"
"I don't know," a reply came, laced with a tremor of fear.
The people instinctively took a step back, a tide of humanity recoiling from the two descending figures.
In her mind, Lola's thoughts screamed a desperate command to run, but she remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the two men who now stood before them:
'The one in white is a God-rank, stage one, and Jolie's father is a Demi-god rank, stage five!' she noted, her internal alarm bells ringing.
