The gigantic gate spiralled open without any warning. A huge creaking sound echoed, possibly through the entire city, making some of the citizens turn towards the gate in awe.
'Little overly dramatic,' Klaus sighed, and with a couple of steps, he stood next to the boy. As he saw what was inside, his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
Tens, hundreds of similar armoured knights stood past the gate, holding weapons, staffs, and shields, which made Klaus nearly throw up.
'Fuck shields,' it made him remember his final moments on Earth as he glared at the shield-clutching motherfuckers.
The messenger boy, noticing his gaze, started sweating. "Is everything alright, sir?"
Klaus rested his hands on his shoulder, his gaze hardening alongside his grip.
"Oh, everything is more than alright," he said, despite him saying that the messenger nearly fell onto the ground as his legs shook.
