Panic immediately set in.
Victor needed to get out of here and find somewhere isolated.
He turned to thank the attendant for allowing him into the vault and made haste back toward the surface where the main palace hall was located.
The palace was quieter now since the party ended not too long ago.
Victor reached the main hall and was just about to call out for the guide who brought him here—when the shadows shifted.
Clang.
Palace guards, fully armored closed in around him from every direction. Spears were leveled. Blades unsheathed.
Victor's brows drew low. "What is the meaning of this?"
No one answered.
One of the guards stepped forward. "Fang Chen. You are to remain here. The City Lord has further need of you."
Victor's heart began to pound.
'Need of me...? At this crucial moment? What does that even mean?'
The atmosphere turned cold in an instant.
Before Victor knew it, more guards arrived and soon he was surounded by no fewer than twenty palace guards.
