With the word "traitor" hanging over Jared's head, hostility spread through the gathering like wildfire. Eyes once clouded with confusion now blazed with murderous intent.
A barrel-chested brute, beard bristling like iron wire, stamped forward.
"Who are you?! And why are you ruining this?!" he roared. hefting a war-axe that crashed against the stone.
Silver light rippled along the axe's edge-keen enough to promise Jared two neat halves at the slightest twitch.
"I bet he's jealous!" a swordsman in blue declared, palm resting on the hilt at his waist. "He can't stand that the Celestial Palace favors us!"
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