Rage of the Maid ( 332 )

Meira held onto Cedric's arm, casually strolling through town, enjoying the peaceful moment.

But then—

Her sharp eyes caught something.

A group of bulky men, their faces mostly hidden under cloaks.

But she noticed it—

The strange markings on their skin.

Not tattoos, but something else.

Amazarak warriors…? 

Her ears twitched, her body tensed.

And before she could react—

One of them suddenly charged toward Cedric!

No weapons. No blades.

Just a fist crackling with magic.

"Master Cedric!" Meira shouted.

But—

Too late.

The bulky warrior's fist slammed straight into Cedric's body.

A direct hit.

The impact echoed through the street.

Dust kicked up around them.

The townspeople gasped in shock.

But then—

Silence.

And when the dust settled—

Everyone froze.

Because Cedric…

Was just standing there.

Completely unbothered.