They knew the "outsider kid, the suspected divine warrior" had spent forty-five seconds dismantling eight of the veteran warriors without even drawing a weapon.
And more importantly, the scouts he had saved last night had already spread the word of what they found in the gullies… dozens of elite Zerith stalkers, the lanky monsters that usually terrorized frontline squads, turned into headless, shattered heaps of green meat by a single man wearing black beetle shell.
The respect rolling off the crowd was heavy but silent. He wasn't a stray guest Kira had dragged out of the muck anymore.
He was a frontline pillar.
A monster walking among monsters.
Sol also nodded seriously along the way, completely unlike the hungry monster back in his room.
Before guards could respond, he pushed through the heavy petrified doors of the High Hall, the thick wood scraping loudly against the stone floor.
