Three figures suddenly appeared right in front of them, decisively putting an abrupt stop to the battle that had originally erupted out of nothing more than the arrogance and impulsive pride of that spoiled young master.
Egen, who had just been forced to defend himself, looked visibly irritated and deeply angered by the sudden attack delivered by the mysterious man standing before him.
"Who the hell are you, bastard?! What business do you have interfering here?!" he shouted furiously, his voice hoarse with rage as he forced himself to stand upright, clutching tightly at his left arm. The limb was clearly in a terrible condition, hanging at an unnatural angle as though fractured or even broken.
Grinding his teeth, Egen shifted his weight forward, intending to retaliate with a counterattack—
But—
"Egen. Stop!"
The sharp and commanding voice of Gerald echoed, halting his subordinate's movement in an instant.
