"He deflected that? Is he that strong?! He must a genius!"
"He must have used an artifact! There's no way it's remotely possible to defend against someone vastly stronger than you!"
"Exactly, he's just at the Late Stage of Spirit Veins after all! It's simply impossible!"
...
Dylan's cold, piercing gaze swept over the room before he raised his voice to the maximum, pitching it so that it carried clearly out into the bustling street and the surrounding alleyways where townsfolk and nosy merchants were watching from afar.
Just outside the gates, he walked around with an unhurried, measured pace, his boots clicking softly against the wet road.
"Hear this, people of Cirrus Cloud Town!!!" Dylan's voice rang out, steady, sharp, and echoing through the night.
"Tonight's action is not a public dispute!"
