******Without realizing it, Dalton began to drift forward in a slow, unsteady walk, straight toward the object lying on the very spot Glenn had been shoved away from seconds earlier.At first, no one noticed. Why would they?The gang of thugs was far too busy savoring the moment, mocking Glenn with venom-laced insults, and trading jabs about his impending humiliation.A few had already even started betting on how many lashes the “pathetic nobody” could endure before crumpling like wet paper and losing consciousness. But then…Because the gangsters had shifted back to get a better view of the “punishment,” a large clearing had opened in the center of the hall. Dalton’s slow, trance-like approach became visible to all. Then one by one, the jeers faded, brows furrowed, and the loud conversations stalled.“What’s up with the Supreme Lord?” one thug finally muttered under his breath, his voice too low for anyone to properly hear.Even the brute, who had been busily securing Glenn