When the chaos finally subsided, the scene was left in utter disarray.
The bustling tourists had long since scattered like birds and beasts. Ethemon raised a hand to flick the fresh blood from his dagger, frowning slightly with a helpless look in his eyes; he always felt chaos could erupt anywhere, yet today they had genuinely only come to gather information and relax.
Behind them, the circus ringmistress, Lucretious, walked forward with an air of arrogant pride.
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