"...What the hell is going on here?!"
Robin shouted, his voice thundering across the vast, sprawling garden, echoing off its marble pillars and towering walls, forcing every head in the vicinity to turn.
BAM!
Without hesitation, the guard standing behind him raised his arm and brought it crashing down on Robin's shoulder with brutal force. A strike from someone at level 48 should have been more than enough to obliterate a mere level 44 intruder—sending him straight into the ground like a nail hammered into stone.
"Silence yourself, you backwater peasant!" the guard barked arrogantly. "Do you even know whom you're speaking to?! This is sacred imperial ground, not some village fair you—huh?!"
Before he could finish his tirade—WHOOOOOSH—a sudden surge of soul energy swept the air as a shimmering silver portal opened right next to Robin. From it emerged a massive silver war hammer, its surface glowing with ancient runes.
"Hey! What do you think you're—"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"Pfgh—!"
