People scattered in all directions, panicked and terrified of getting caught in the chaos. Clayton didn't stand still either—he immediately looked for a safe place to hide.
Meanwhile, a city guard in full armor was severely injured by the sudden attack. Another guard, witnessing the incident, grew furious and shot a sharp glare at the attacker.
"What's the meaning of this?! Are you trying to defy the city's authority?"
The man sneered arrogantly, clearly looking down on the guards.
"Heh! City officials are always so high and mighty! How dare they shut down the dungeon—the only source of income we have! What, does the government want us to starve? So we're easier to control?!"
The people around him looked visibly conflicted. As members of the lower class, they often felt mistreated—used and discarded by the system.
