The lively chaos of the food festival turned to panic as the crowd dispersed in every direction. Guards were scrambling to contain the scene, their shouts blending with the frightened cries of civilians. In the middle of it all, ZeroVeil stood tall, observing the pandemonium with narrowed eyes.
"If someone dies here, my name's gonna be mud," ZeroVeil muttered to himself, gripping the hilt of his greatsword. "Can't have that."
The paladin girl advanced toward him, her sword raised in a battle-ready stance. Her blonde hair glimmered under the festival lights, and her armor radiated righteousness. Behind her, a priest was frantically chanting a buff spell. But ZeroVeil noticed something off.
"Huh…" he mused, his gaze locking onto the priest. "That's no ordinary priest. That mana feels heavy… dark. What's his deal?"