Osner's sudden punch and its intense aftermath.
Silence fell over the arena.
While everyone was having trouble comprehending the scene unfolding in front of them, a woman's scream resounded throughout the arena.
"Noooo! Kieran!!"
Katarina, who had been watching nervously from the edge of her seat, shot up.
Frenziedly, Katarina snapped her gaze towards the pile of rising dust and scrambled for it.
Katarina's screams awakened Alfred's bleary thought process.
'A H-Hero was blown away by father's fist!?'
It was beyond common sense; unbelievably insane. The Osner he remembered was a weakling, not a great warrior who could knock a Hero against a wall with a single punch.
Because of that, Alfred was even more convinced that the man in front of him was not his father, but a fake made by Leslie.
"Archers!"
The archers who were doused to their senses from Alfred's cry pulled their bowstrings tight.
"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"
