The moment Julius's finger pressed on the trigger, the world exploded into motion.
Luna didn't hesitate.
She yanked the pistol from the case, her movements desperate and uncoordinated but driven by pure instinct.
She would shoot her own father if she had to.
There was no question.
Lulu, who hadn't yet stored her bow, was already nocking an arrow, her face twisted with fury.
She didn't care about aiming for non-lethal spots.
She was aiming to kill.
Nyx's hand had drifted behind her back, and when it emerged, a dagger gleamed in her palm—one of several she apparently kept hidden.
Her eyes were locked on Julius's throat.
And it wasn't just them.
The entire village moved.
The elves who had been putting away their bows straightened up, hands reaching for anything that could be used as a weapon.
Those on the platforms above tensed, ready to leap down and overwhelm Julius through sheer numbers.
Even the little kids reached down to pick up stones to throw.
