The long blade gleamed with a cold, lethal sheen.
The moment it caught the light, the people outside recoiled instinctively, a chill running down their spines. Cold sweat broke out across their backs as they stumbled a step away from the door.
None of them had expected Leonard to pull out a weapon—let alone one like that.
It was long. Heavy. Sharp enough that one glance made their skin prickle. If it came down on someone… the thought alone was enough to make their stomachs twist.
What kind of person kept a weapon like that at home?
They were just ordinary residents—at most, the sharpest thing in their kitchens was a cleaver. They had never faced anything like this.
Even Mrs. Warren was shaken.
"Y-you… what are you trying to do?!" Her voice tightened, betraying her fear.
At the end of the day, she had only intended to seize supplies. She wasn't prepared—mentally or otherwise—to deal with bloodshed.
