A lavishly dressed, middle-aged man stood at the front of the encirclement, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his body trembling slightly from a mix of anger and fear.
This must be the Lord of Silver Moon Territory, Baron Kailan.
And in front of Sun's massive head, something lay on the ground.
The thing retained a humanoid shape, but it was charred black from head to toe, like a piece of charcoal burned a thousand times over. Wisps of smoke were still rising from it.
Without a doubt, these were the remains of Baron Kailan's unfortunate new son-in-law, Anrust.
It was a standoff on a knife's edge.
Although Baron Kailan's Knights had the advantage in numbers, fear had long since overwhelmed their courage in the face of a true, adult Golden Dragon.
The legs of many Knights in the front rank were trembling uncontrollably.
But Sun, the perpetrator of the incident, appeared exceptionally calm.
