A man in white clothes under the moonlight looked so distinctive. He was surrounded by killing intents, yet he didn't show a trace of panic and remained composed.
"Today is the day you die," said the leading man in black, threateningly. With a wave of his hand, his men surrounded him from all sides.
The night wind stirred the white skirt of the man. He stood quietly, the moonlight casting a soft glow over him.
The man in black swung his knife, but before a look of surprise could appear in his eyes, fear took over.
The moon turned blood-red, the darkness providing the perfect cover for the killing field.
The man stood tall, not frowning once. He said in a calm voice, "Do not take their lives."
In an instant, each of the men in black fell to the ground, their eyes filled with undissipating terror.
Four silver-armored guards knelt on one knee, "We beg your pardon, Prince, for our tardiness."
