Xeloria trembled under the weight of the unleashed spiritual energy, rendering its citizens unconscious. As the energy dissipated, a crowd gathered to witness the aftermath and identify the source of the overwhelming aura. A lone figure strolled through the streets of Xeloria, accompanied by nearly a thousand soldiers.
"Is this massive platoon of soldiers truly necessary?" inquired the man, a smile playing on his lips as he surveyed his surroundings. The knight leading the group offered no response, but his eyes remained watchful, reflecting caution in the man's presence. "If my intentions were malevolent, I wouldn't have permitted myself to be restrained."
Despite his low volume, the man's voice managed to reach the observers. The thoroughfare of Xeloria parted, creating a path for the prisoner. As word spread through the crowd, shock and bewilderment spread. This man wasn't being arrested; rather, he had surrendered himself. The reasons behind this act were shrouded in mystery.
