Led by the crimson-haired merman general, Michael entered the castle through its grand entrance. Inside, chaos reigned as maids and soldiers scurried about in a state of panic, their movements resembling headless chickens. As their eyes fell upon their general accompanying the infamous Dark Lord, some froze in their tracks. Whispers spread among the maids, servants, and soldiers, as those who did not recognize Michael sought answers from those who did.
"Who is that man?" one maid asked with wide eyes, her voice quivering.
"That's the Dark Lord!" another maid stuttered, fear evident in her voice. "I-I've seen him before!"
Some people in the vicinity sensed the immense power emanating from Michael, his Half-Celestial stage cultivation leaving them in awe and shock. The hushed conversations continued, filled with curiosity and uncertainty.
