They stared at him blankly.
More soldiers poured out from the tents, and without instructions, they began to form a formation around the four that Atrox guessed to be lieutenants—the seconds in command to the commander.
The four of them were older, with gray mixed with their black, and they watched the tower with hardened gazes, their surprise gone.
With the soldiers arranged in gleaming metal and with the chain around the tower, they didn't rush to attack.
"…Seems I managed to get their attention with that… and they're also cautious… With the way I broke through, I might as well be a Master Knight…"
One of them, a woman with slitted eyes, asked, demanding, "Who are you? Speak before you die."
And she was speaking the truth too. Atrox felt the formation shield already built in power, ready to be sent through the chains binding his tower.
