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A knee crashed on the hard rocky floor.
The dust and tiny rocked pricked through the fabric and into the skin as Moulin fell on one knee, tiredly panting. He loathed his vulnerable and weak state while gazing downwards as the people behind him rushed forward, relieved molded their expressions as they were finally freed from suffocating anxiousness. Although the situation hasn't completely abated, they had a brief moment to feel safe as sentinels entered the room through the now ruined doorways.
Although the people were sneaking grateful glances at the golden-eyed man, they didn't forget to maintain a safe distance from the man as golden electrifying sparks still crackled around his dominant form. As sentinels began to flood the area, Lord Hadrian stood domineeringly. He sweeps his gaze to the numerous people within the room and finally fixing on the lithe figure kneeling on one knee on the floor. His chest tightened as he clenched his jaw.
