Silence.
There was absolute silence.
The once proud and ruthless Amos knelt before the mysterious masked figure with absolute reverence, his voice filled with devotion.
Bridget, Boris, and Nathan stood frozen, struggling to process what had just happened.
"Amos… is calling him liege?" Boris finally spoke, his rough voice filled with disbelief. "This has to be some sort of joke, right?"
Nathan crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. He was more curious about the masked figure than Amos kneeling down.
Who was he? Experts were known to be very powerful and arrogant. They wore their pride on their faces. They'd never bow to another person!
The sight of Amos—the same Amos who had fought the Guildmaster to a standstill—kneeling before a complete unknown was beyond any of the Awakened's comprehension.
Bridget remained silent, her intense gaze locked onto the masked figure, her mind already calculating the possibilities.