Rock walked out of Pangaea Castle, and the heavy gates slowly closed behind him.
Boom—
The deep sound echoed through the corridor.
Rock had only taken a few steps when his gaze shifted slightly.
He sensed them.
Several presences were deeply concealed in the shadows.
One of them could barely suppress its killing intent.
"Those old bastards..."
"Do they really want to make a move?"
He did not look back and slowly walked down the stone steps.
The cape of justice swayed lightly behind him, its hem brushing across the pristine white ground.
"But then again..."
As if talking to himself, he muttered softly, "Why did Brother Zephyr arrive at this exact time~"
"If he'd come a few minutes later, there would've been something fun to watch, wouldn't there?"
His voice was quiet, yet it drifted on the wind directly into the shadows behind him.
Within the shadows, that utterly suppressed fury suddenly surged.
"Rock—!"
The veins on the man with the crescent-shaped punk hairstyle instantly bulged. He was none other than the commander of God's Knights—Saint Green.
At that moment.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Rock's retreating back.
The killing intent in his eyes was nearly impossible to restrain.
If not for the two people beside him holding him back with all their strength, he would have already rushed out of the shadows.
To his left.
Saint Somaz, his hair tied back in a ponytail, clutched Saint Green's arm tightly. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as well.
"Commander!"
"Calm down!"
"Now isn't the time to make a move!"
There was obvious panic in his voice, because he knew full well—
If Saint Green truly rushed out, there would be no turning back.
To his right.
A young knight in elaborate long-sleeved clothing, with short