C587 CHAPTER587 TRIALS

Surveying the anxious crowd, Sam Moreels could only offer a helpless smile.

"Are you all overthinking this?"

"Who in the Eastern Wastelands could possibly harm a Samsara Human Envoy from the Samsara Palace?"

"Look, there he is."

Sam gestured toward a man in black, pacing before a vibrantly hued cottage in the distance. The man's hands moved expressively, his eyes alight with stubborn resolve