They were still deep within the mines, and everyone present was scared out of their wits.
"A prisoner… has defeated the warden."
"How could this monster defeat a Level Nine Telekinetic human so easily?"
"This is bad… really bad."
The prisoners murmured in shock, their eyes wide as they stared at the long, golden-haired youth standing before them.
The guards had already begun turning to flee, scrambling away in panic.
"Contact the Grand Warden and the others—now!"
They split in different directions.
"If we scatter, even if those monsters catch some of us, they won't catch all of us!"
But contrary to their expectations, Zarek didn't chase.
He simply stood still, his cold eyes fixed on the fleeing guards, void of emotion, sharp as blades.
Instead, he shrugged with nonchalant indifference and turned his gaze toward the prisoners standing before him.
His cold, boundless blue eyes swept across the crowd.
