Lady Tengye's inn door was flanked by Morning Knights who, as soon as they appeared, filed through the pervasive dust into the lobby. Covered in Magic Guided Armor, they looked much taller than ordinary people, like a moving fortress; their steps were heavy and forceful, as if hammering on everyone's hearts. Their gauntlets were covered in blades, and with a slight downward pressure on their wrist joints, they 'clanked' and lowered the Imperial Spears in their hands.
Seeing this, Fang Hong's heart sank slightly, and he gave up on any last sliver of hope. The average level of the Morning Knights was above Level 20, far surpassing everyone present, but fortunately, there were only four of them.
He remained calm, lowering his voice to the others, "Miss Atira, Miss Xiesta, leave this side to you, I'll handle the smaller fish. We shouldn't fight long, but focus on breaking out."
Hilveld looked at him with a slight surprise.
