"WHAT? How dare you talk to us, Phantom, like that?! Get back to the Citadel quickly! This is the last chance we can give you!" The woman angrily exclaimed while flapping her wings.
The mere movement of her wings was enough to send a wave of violent wind that could leave cuts on Gladius's face, but nothing happened. The first guardian couldn't even get the sly smile off his face.
If not for the orders of the authorities from the Befallen Crown, the woman would have killed the arrogant Phantom in front of her long ago. The man would have done the same.
They simply acted by the rules, which was what the mute part of the Befallen Crown's authority rested on.
Without rules, all that was left was uncontrolled freedom, which quickly turned into destructive chaos.
"Hey, you still don't understand what's going on here, right?"
