Under the dust from the debris, a hand was seen trying to lift its own figure as it held on to the broken walls.
The sound of patting was heard as the king revealed himself while stretching his neck. Though skinny and old, he was sturdy enough to survive a blow that even killed the butler in the mansion without any noticeable injury.
(So this is the power of the wild card, having the power to leap levels and fight those who are at a stronger realm... truly gifted, almost reminds me of Chloe) thought the king as his gaze fell at the young man in front of him, exuding a bearing that surpassed that of a ruler.
The two figures looked at each other, separated by quite a distance. One was a father trying to protect his son, the other was a young man trying to save his women. Both were for a noble cause of their own.
*clank
The sounds of rapid footsteps came from the king's side as his elite soldiers rushed in a group.
