William was running like lightning through the wide streets of the empty capital in the dark of night. He had his sword out of his dimensional bag, holding it in one hand, ready just in case.
He hadn't run two hundred meters before he heard the bells ringing and the men shouting behind him. He saw warriors in shiny silver armor on top of some buildings shouting and pointing at him.
William felt that if he did not mobilize his movement technique and bloodline strength, he would soon have to fight hundreds of soldiers. After all, the capital was filled with an army, and William was only one person.