Floating Castle Number was once immersed in harmony and luxury, but this tranquility was instantly shattered by the sudden onset of a berserk Demon Race, turning the entire space into a scene of restless panic.
The frenzy of Lixancy, like a spark igniting an unsettled flame, spread rapidly among the passengers.
The expressions on people's faces shifted from initial brief confusion to fear as they scattered in all directions, seeking refuge.
The sound of the harp ceased abruptly, replaced by screams, chaotic footsteps, and panicked shouts intermingling.
Within the hall, the Executioner Squad immediately formed a temporary defense line, protecting the civilians around them, while others, driven by panic, ran wildly in every direction.
