Blaze, rifle in hand, confronted a hundred Netherkins, his voice echoing as he demanded to know where his companions were.
The Netherkins trembled in fear, yet their bows remained aimed at Blaze, their determination to protect their families outweighing their fear.
"Cease this at once."
An elderly Netherkin emerged from the crowd, her body adorned with a red floral dress made of animal skin and marked with jagged scars. The sight of her caused the crowd to lower their bows, their tension easing slightly.
Blaze followed suit, lowering his weapon. He was not one to threaten those who were unarmed.
"This is a misunderstanding, young man. Everyone, retreat. This man is not a demon,"
The elderly Netherkin commanded. At her words, the crowd dispersed, leaving only a young Netherkin woman behind.
