Countless possibilities swirled in Levi's mind, but before he could settle on any conclusion, his thoughts began to blur. The heavy loss of blood muddled his senses, making him lightheaded and weak.
The warriors around him quickly noticed his condition, panic flashing in their eyes as they tightened their formation, guarding him closely while keeping their guard raised against Greg.
"Don't let that man near Beta Levi!" the warriors bellowed in unison, baring their teeth as they closed ranks. Greg didn't flinch. He only smiled, then signaled the rogues with a sharp motion.
"Why the hell did you stop? Kill them all!" Greg roared, driving his followers forward. The fake rogues who had slipped into Golden Hue territory with him had frozen when Greg struck Levi; they were hesitant because this operation was supposed to be a stealth attack, while the rest of their forces were keeping Maxwell and the rest of the manpower on the other side of the border.
