Sylvester didn't feel threatened since there was no reason to. There were only a handful of beings capable of pushing him into a corner. And none of them existed in Sol at the moment.
Seeing his overwhelming strength, the guards began to part and make way for him. They still kept their swords at the ready, however. They still lacked any sense of emotion—no confusion or fear, perhaps prepared to die.
Considering they were also slaves, Sylvester decided to not go overboard with them and kill them. So he quietly followed the path made in the crowd. It led to the end of the long corridor, and a sizeable double-door entrance awaited him.
