The illustrious Khan of Terdon now had only four people by his side.
The firemaker sipped cold water, his face ashen.
Suddenly, the firemaker sharply turned back to look at the two guards with quivers. Their eyes met, and the guards quickly lowered their heads.
The firemaker slowly turned around, silently changing his position so that each guard with a quiver was within his line of sight.
Until death truly arrived, no one knew whether they were cowards or heroes.
At least the firemaker had thought he had the courage to face Paratu, the champion, in a death duel.
But when the firemaker really saw the unstoppable blood-dripping red flag approaching, when he really saw the khan's tent guard shattered… he was frightened.
Fear descended like an avalanche in a moment, and the firemaker was terrified from the depths of his heart, scared to death.
So he ran, fleeing in panic.
