The royal guards followed Leo and Ben all the way to the palace gates, their steps heavy with restrained fury. They kept just a few feet behind the duo, their weapons gripped tightly, as though they were desperately holding back the urge to strike at the dastardly Assassin's.
The hate emanating from their eyes was palpable, searing and relentless. It wasn't mere anger—it was a visceral, unyielding loathing, the kind that carved itself into the soul and demanded vengeance.
It was unlike anything Leo or Ben had experienced before, as this seemed to be hate in the purest form.
The royal guards seemed to hate them for what the two did to their Emperor, however, they seemed to hate letting them walk free even more.
As Leo and Ben reached the palace gates, several guards shifted uneasily, their gazes locked on the duo's retreating forms.