"Ahhh!"
"Run! The Feysac barbarians are killing people!"
Shrill screams echoed through the dining room. Blood gushed from the headless body, spraying nearby tables and diners. Panic, rage, shock... fierce emotions spread rapidly.
"Damn Loenese! Kill them all!"
The first burly Feysac man to attack waved a table knife. Blood drenched his face, his expression twisted with excitement.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots followed. Revolvers flashed in the sailors' hands, riddling the man with bullets in an instant. His death sparked a second eruption. More Feysac people leaped up, terrified and furious.
"The head chef's dead! These Feysac people are lunatics... kill them before they kill us!"
A voice called out in Loenese from somewhere.
"They killed Dimitri! The Loenese are going to kill us all!"
Another voice immediately shouted in Feysac.
The two voices seemed to carry an invisible power, stirring the deepest fears in everyone's hearts: the instinct to survive and hatred for the enemy. Both sides prepared to fight. The sailors drew their weapons, while the Feysac people grabbed knives and forks from the tables. A bloody battle seemed inevitable.
In mere seconds, the conflict had escalated beyond repair!
"Stop!"
Leonard burst into the center of the dining room.
His coat billowed behind him without a breeze, as though something unseen held it open. At the same time, a wave of spirituality swept across the entire room.
Everyone froze mid-motion, their eyes closing against their will.
Dream Infiltration!
Leonard was now a Sequence 6 Soul Assurer, capable of drawing targets within 150 meters into dreams. Controlling a group of ordinary people was effortless.
Yet despite bringing the situation under control, he looked deeply wary.
Something's wrong.
The Loenese and Feysac people aboard did have their differences, but an explosion like this made no sense... supernatural power had to