The saber master displayed fear despite being the focus of attention. He truly wanted to start begging because this was human nature during a perilous crossroad.

However, he was famous and held a prestigious position. His status and personal pride prevented him from doing so.

He eventually chose to unsheath his saber, albeit slowly and without confidence.

“Clank!” The blade and the sheath scraped on each other and released a long sound. During this process, he felt his time and life passing away in an ephemeral manner.

“I have no choice...