Those present observe the two companions who writhe in agony due to the daggers embedded in their trachea, preventing them from breathing until they die after a few seconds.
"Men to arms, these women are cunning and cowards" The surprise for the two martial artists disappears, but the fear has begun to invade their being and that of their companions even more, it is not a fear when they are in combat against someone stronger or if they discover a crime and even a fear of death. It is a unique fear as if the being in front is its natural predator, its true enemy, the true hunter of living beings.
Even if the being in front of him was the Emperor himself, he would only feel fear mixed with respect due to his majesty, presence, and strength. To the strong, fear is due to their level of power; but in the face of this unknown being, it is an innate terror, something born in the hearts of living beings.
