The crowd erupted in a single breath."Attack!"The shout echoed, followed by a wave of men moving all at once from every direction, surging forward like an unstoppable tide.In the middle of the chaos, Arka remained standing tall.Beside him, Black Garuda grinned, his eyes burning with excitement instead. "Not bad," he muttered casually. "It's been a long time since I've had a fight like this."Arka merely glanced at the machete in his hand, its blade still wet with blood. Then he answered briefly, "Focus."He turned around.Calista was still clutching her own clothes. Her face was pale, and her breathing was uneven. She clearly had not recovered from the shock.Arka approached and grabbed her hand.The touch was warm, in sharp contrast to the cold aura of death that enveloped the place."Hide over there," he said softly, pointing toward the iron cage in the corner of the room. "Don't come out."He paused for a moment and looked directly into her eyes. "I won't leave you behind."Cal
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