"Hey!" a voice called out in an attempt to stop Sylas. It didn't seem to be malicious, but rather a friendly reminder instead. But Sylas ended up directly ignoring this man.
The guards at the entrance turned their glances over, and a great amount of pressure rose into the skies. But almost immediately, that pressure receded like the tide.
Under a mysterious power, the gazes of the guards changed from stern to respectful, and they immediately crossed an arm over their chests and bowed.
Many couldn't help but be surprised by this outcome, especially the kind middle-aged man who had called out to Sylas before. But no matter how many times they double-checked and rubbed their eyes, the scene didn't change at all.
"Please enter, hero."
The guards only spoke these words and then let Sylas through.
...
Sylas stepped into the city, his expression indifferent but his mind flickering with thoughts.
