The Man Who Would Not Kneel
They looked at Evan in horror, not understanding what had just happened.
The two guards were still on the ground, palms scraping against the stone pavement as they tried to regain balance. They hadn't felt pain at first—only a strange, elastic force that had pushed them away like leaves caught in a gust of wind.
The Aurevale Household members were equally stunned.
This man… such impressive skill?
What's his real identity?
Footsteps paused where the air stood still after sundown.
A twist tugged at one corner of his mouth when Evan noticed their stunned faces. Without rushing, he adjusted his collar, posture shifting like a secret settling into place. This was not bragging. More like knowing - knowing that laws others followed never really applied to him.
"I wanted to keep a low profile," he said lazily, his voice carrying across the marble steps. "But you all look down on me too much."
