This guy was extremely attractive.
His long black hair fluttered behind his back, and the uniform of the Kingdom Guild only added to his charm. His features were rather feminine, and his smile seemed to contain a bit of madness and mockery. His abyss-black eyes looked mockingly at the backs of the armed men who were ready to attack the approaching refugee convoy.
"Let's start!" the leader of the group, a Silver-ranked man, commanded, giving the signal to attack. But before his subordinates could act, the entire alley was plunged into darkness.
Darkness enveloped all these people in the blink of an eye, robbing them of their sight.
No matter how they tried to shout and call each other, it was useless.
Their screams were simply lost in the darkness.
They even began to lose their bearings in space and fall to the ground with a crash.
Even their sense of touch failed them: they couldn't determine what they were holding in their hands, let alone how to interact properly.
