A demonic threat
The rowdy supporters tried to push the guards aside and break through the barricades as they spotted Ezra coming out of the Arcadium. Ezra almost felt like royalty as the people shouted his name and begged for his attention.

“All hail, the Red Devil! He is here to crush the nobles and make the Gunners stoop before him!”

“We want to see you. Take off your mask, champion!”

“Is it true that you are a highborn from an exiled family?”

“Are you a necromancer in disguise?”

“Please let us shake your hand. I beg for a strand of your hair!”

“Who are you really? Are you even a human?”

Never in his life had Ezra faced something like this. It was as if the people thought he was some kind of fallen warrior who had returned to exact his revenge.

Ezra wanted to avoid the crowd, but one of the men elbowed a guard and broke through. He ran straight toward Ezra and reached for his mask. But before he could pull it off, Ezra pushed him back with a magic blast.

“Keep your hands to yourself.”

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