Sigh, I failed to deliver ten thousand words today. Tomorrow, there will definitely be a ten-thousand-word update.
I was full of ambition during the day, but lost my nerve at night. I really couldn't manage it.
Many mages ignored the guards trying to stop them and swarmed toward Antonidas.
Seeing this, the guards drew their weapons and began blocking the mages' approach.
Their efforts had little effect, however. These mages were all certain the guards would never dare attack them, so none of them paid any heed to the sharp weapons.
For that very reason, drawing their weapons did little good. They did manage to frighten off a few timid mages.
But more than half remained unfazed and continued squeezing toward Antonidas.
The commotion naturally drew Antonidas's attention.
Seeing what was happening, Antonidas waved a hand and told the guards, "Let them through."
The guards hesitated at his words, but eventually stepped aside.
They all knew who Antonidas was.
To humans, a Heroic Powerhouse was an influential figure for all humanity, a hero of their race whose admirers knew no national boundaries.
This was largely because Heroic Powerhouses were so rare. Across the entire Human race, there were no more than ten.
Naturally, every one of them was treasured, revered, and adored by humanity.
Throughout human history, every Heroic Powerhouse had died at the hands of another race, reached the end of their lifespan, or succumbed to their injuries.
Not one had ever died at the hands of their own people.
Though humans had their disputes and wars, there were still certain lines they would not cross.
Heroic Powerhouses generally stayed out of humanity's internal wars. Even if they ultimately became involved, they fought with restraint, settling matters through contests of victory and defeat rather than life and death.
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