The streets outside the guild had gone unnaturally quiet.
It wasn't because there were no people around. Quite the opposite. The road was still filled with merchants dragging wooden carts, mercenaries walking with heavy weapons resting across their shoulders, children chasing each other between market stalls, and ordinary townsfolk going about their lives.
Yet the moment Liam stepped out of the guild's entrance, the entire atmosphere shifted.
People instinctively moved aside.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody blocked the path.
The crowd split apart on its own, creating a wide passage for him without anyone saying a word.
News traveled frighteningly fast in small settlements.
Everyone had already heard about what happened inside the guild.
The beautiful red-haired girl who had looked gentle enough to be protected had torn apart a seasoned mercenary with terrifying ease after he dared kick the white-haired young man beside her.
Nobody wanted to become the next example.
