The atmosphere inside the inn was suffocating, thick with tension as the guard stood his ground. His eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and triumph, emboldened by the authority he believed he wielded. His earlier smirk returned, this time with a sharper edge as he leaned slightly forward, his voice dripping with disdain.
"You think you can threaten me and get away with it?" he sneered, glaring at Raziel before his gaze flicked to Layla. "The law is on my side, and you? You're nobody. Let's see how far this little bluff of yours gets you."
Layla remained unflappable, her calm gaze a stark contrast to the guard's growing frustration.
Her silence seemed to provoke him further, his composure beginning to crack. Meanwhile, Raziel's imposing figure didn't waver, his presence a clear warning that he wouldn't hesitate to act if pushed. The guard, however, was too consumed by his own arrogance to notice the precariousness of his position.