Without a second of hesitation, Keter pulled out the Demon Arrow. Gant, shocked, raised both hands in surrender.0

“Stop, Keter! If you use the Demon Arrow here, innocent people will get caught in the crossfire!”0

“They won’t, as long as you don’t get in the way.”0

Keter wasn’t one to fake anything; he was the type to follow through without hesitation.0

The crowd, recognizing the danger, began to back away cautiously, though no one was bold enough to leave outright. Slowly, they retreated step by step.0

Gant knew well the terror of the Demon Arrow. Even a fragment as tiny as a grain of sand could cause death by decay. While he could block the attack, he couldn’t say the same for the servants and soldiers nearby. Yet he also couldn’t let himself fall victim to the Demon Arrow—this was a classic no-win scenario.0

Thud thud.0

At that moment, the tense standoff was interrupted by the echoing sound of footsteps in the corridor. Everyone turned their eyes toward the source.0

"That sound… Could it be?"0

Even with Keter aiming the Demon Arrow at him, Gant turned around.0

"Lord Reganon!"0

Using a staff for support, Reganon had made his way to the forge. He looked utterly exhausted. The crowd was surprised at his appearance.0

“Lord Reganon? Is that truly him?”0

“Yes, it’s him. I’ve seen him before.”0

The soldiers were the first to kneel...0