The Glory Guard were official Beyonders of the Church of the God of Combat, serving much the same role as the Church of Evernight's Nighthawks, the Church of Storms' Mandated Punishers, and the Church of Steam's Machinery Hivemind.
According to the Nighthawks' internal intelligence, most of them followed the Warrior pathway, with a small number belonging to the Death or even the Sleepless pathway.
Out of the corner of his eye, Leonard saw them striding toward him, and his heart tightened.
Have I been discovered...?
By all rights, he had been very cautious and had barely used any Beyonder abilities. In a city as populous as Saint Millon, the chances of anyone pinpointing his location should have been slim.
Calm down. Calm down...
Leonard discreetly drew a deep breath.
With His Excellency the Deacon here, and the old man living inside me unlikely to stand by and do nothing, I'm still quite safe... Before things deteriorate to the point where I have to fight, I should think about how to get out of this...
He set down his glass without betraying anything, continuing to chat with the drunks as he gathered the spirituality within him.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared across the street.
It was Miss Daly, walking slowly toward him in a long black dress.
Miss Daly, don't come over! Be careful! Leonard's heart lurched. If Daly approached him, she would be exposed immediately too!
Whoosh.
He swiftly raised his right hand, bending his index finger and thumb until they touched while letting the other three fingers hang naturally, forming a special gesture.
[Danger. Stay away.]
This was a silent code they had learned through internal training, specifically for situations where speaking was inconvenient. Though it could only convey simple messages, it often proved extremely useful.
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