Amidst the sound of the monocle falling and sliding, the guard tilted his head, surprise and confusion crossing his face.
His reaction was rather bizarre. He didn't react with anger or call for backup. It was as though he considered what had just happened a part of some performance filled with mystery.
Lumian passed by with a smile, heading up the stairs without a second glance.
The guard's expression flickered, but he eventually gave up trying to intervene.
Still filled with puzzlement and thought, his eyes darted around, and a strange, anticipatory grin played on his lips, as if he expected something thrilling.
As Lumian reached the second floor, the two guards with monocles simply watched him pass without hindrance. They wore similar enigmatic and expectant smiles.
No Low-Sequence Beyonders? Lumian muttered, disappointed.
