The world narrowed to the space between the tip of Vane's spear and the center of Gareth's throat. The roar of the Hydra and the desperate shouts of the Captains became a distant, muffled hum. There was no glory in this moment. There was no epic music or divine intervention. There was only the wet sound of boots sliding in the mud and the frantic, shallow breathing of a man who realized his status was a lie.
Gareth lunged backward. His boots skidded through a pool of mercury. He swung his sword in a wide, panicked arc. The golden light of his mana flared with a desperate intensity.
[Target Analysis]
Name: Gareth
Rank: Mid Sentinel
Danger: Low
Authority: None
Skills: [Radiant Arc - Grade C]
"Stay back!" Gareth screamed. His voice was shrill. It was the sound of a nobleman realizing that his pedigree was not a shield. "I am a Knight-Lieutenant of the Third Division. I am a protector of the Crown. You are nothing but a gutter rat."
