Owen glanced back to see a group clad in splendid armor, each wielding a sharp longsword - the guardian team.
"What's this?" he inquired.
Finn nodded slightly towards the guardian team.
"My personal troops, all thirty of them."
The thirty members of the guardian team were each robust and imposing, their aura formidable.
The leader's eyes held a bloody ferocity, clearly those of a man who had taken lives.
This was an elite guard.
Owen wasn't surprised. It would have been odd for a prince to journey to the secret realm without his private soldiers.
"I'm actually curious why you didn't call upon more helpers, just summoning me."
Finn's lips curled into a smile as he responded casually, "Mr. Owen, each of my guardian team members is diamond-tier, but do you think they could withstand even a few moves against you?"
