"I can't show weakness here," thought Reve.
He forcefully drove his fingers into his palm. This sensation, different from the pain in his head, brought his mind to reality.
He opened his eyes again as the curse of the secret path disappeared.
Ahead of him was the group of guards. They maintained a stance of caution as they further observed Reve.
"Who are you?!" calmly asked the spokesperson.
Reve struggled to stand up, "Greetings, I'm Kimon."
He waited for some words from the guards, but all they did was look back at him in silence.
A few times, their eyes trailed to the bloodied human that laid close to Reve.
Reve smiled, "I apologize for the barbaric spectacle. But as you see, I'm in urgent need to see your leader."
From the guards' point of view, there was nothing to say.
What comment could they possibly speak?
