Pit Two.
A group of people rushed in, shouting.
Unlike the uniformly dressed and serious-looking city guards, this group more closely resembled a ragtag assembly of soldiers.
They wore a motley collection of garments and wielded a bizarre array of weapons. They varied in height and skin color, and their formation was utterly chaotic.
Yet, the aura they exuded was incredibly formidable.
Among them, a few individuals with condensed life forces were unmistakably formal Knights; it was for this reason that the city guards did not act rashly.
"Hal!"
From within the crowd, a short man shouted loudly, "No wonder you didn't let us in—so there's a Forgotten City here! Do you think you can hide it from the Lord of Sodan?"
"I only follow the orders of Lord Mevia," Commander Hal responded in a muffled voice. "Stanford, you're just mercenaries called in by the City Lord to help. The underground isn't your place."
