Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

As Dalton, kneeling in the dirt, heard Cyrus' words, his face lit up with excitement and disbelief. Despite the searing pain coursing through his body, he pushed himself up from the ground, revealing the dark bruises and swelling that marked his exposed skin. "No need to trouble you, sirs. I can walk on my own," he insisted, his voice trembling with emotion. His face bore a smile he could not suppress, yet tears of relief and sorrow streamed down his cheeks, creating a stark contrast on his weathered face. The crowd fell silent, watching the man and the two Aerial Legion members with bated breath. No one dared to move. They were eager to see if this man, who claimed that only the king deserved their kneeling, indeed had the power to back up his bold words. "Why don't we spread the word? Get more people to see this!"

"Great idea! Let everyone see that the Gloam Wing Secret Service isn't as invincible as they think!"

"Let's go together!"

...

As the two Aerial Legion members strode down the street, their expressions were grim. Behind them followed Dalton, his disheveled appearance belied by the excitement that sparkled in his eyes.

The two members' uniforms drew the curious eyes of passersby. They were striking in black with intricate golden-threaded eagles. The palace's wardrobe department crafted them overnight, following Cyrus' orders last night. Five designs were created, including eagles, swordfish, dragons, bulls, and pythons. Cyrus' own robe was adorned with a python.

As the trio made their way toward the new Gloam Wing Secret Service headquarters, a growing crowd trailed behind them, their chatter filled with anticipation and speculation.

The culprit of the commotion was none other than the excited Dalton.

"Everyone, listen up!" he shouted, his voice carrying over the crowd's murmurs. "Praise the heavens! The Gloam Wing Secret Service's time is coming to an end! These Aerial Legion officers are here to bring justice for my family!"

The two Aerial Legion members exchanged uncomfortable glances, thinking, Seriously, man? The Gloam Wing Secret Service is technically our equal. Arresting someone is already a stretch. Do you have to make such a spectacle of it?

When they arrived at the Gloam

Wing Secret Service's new

command center, a sea of onlookers had amassed behind them. The air was tense as everyone waited to see if Dalton's claims were true. Gould this new force, the Aerial Legion, really deliver justice?

If the Aerial Legion successfully arrested a Gloam Wing Secret Service member, the entire city of Montiria would be in an uproar the next day. Countless victims of the Secret Service's oppression might line up to kneel at the gates of the Aerial Legion. The line could stretch from Everton to the very borders of the city.

Upon reaching the command center, the two Aerial Legion members found the entrance guarded.

"Halt! What's your business here?" barked the guards, eyeing the crowd warily.

"Step aside! The Aerial Legion is conducting official business!" the two Aerial Legion members commanded, aiming their weapons at them.

The guards shuddered involuntarily,

still haunted by the memory of

Cyrus' chilling stare and his enigmatic figure draped in a

vel

snow-white cloak. "This is... the

are

Gloans Wing Secret Service Command Center. What exactly you doing here?" they asked, their earlier bravado faltering.

The Aerial Legion members exchanged a glance. These once-arrogant former colleagues seemed terrified of their general-in-chief. "We're here for Raeford, a member of your organization," one of the Aerial Legion members announced firmly. "He stands accused of murdering this man's parents, assaulting his wife, and seizing his property. He must come with us to face justice!" The guards hesitated. "Wait here," they said, their voices betraying their unease. "We'll... consult our commander." They hurried back into the command center, leaving the Aerial Legion members and the expectant crowd waiting in tense silence. Meanwhile, inside the courtyard, oblivious to the drama unfolding at the gates, Kurtis indulged himself with a woman in a revealing dress. Her curves were enticingly displayed, and he savored the fruits of his long efforts to subdue her.