Chapter 328.2
Everyone’s gaze followed Isaac’s toward the sea.
Beyond the crashing waves, an old, small fortress rose from the waters—a desolate monastery. It was there that Isaac planned to stage his next move.
“I’ll challenge Dera Heman to a duel.”
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Isaac’s proposal was easily accepted by the knights of Elil, but Tuhalin and Rottenhammer stared at him as if he were speaking nonsense. However, Isaac hadn’t made the suggestion lightly.
He was confident that Dera Heman would accept the challenge.
Isaac walked along the outer wall of Odryf, the vast ocean stretching below, its blue waves crashing against the towering walls.
Even in winter, Odryf remained relatively warm, often used as a retreat. But the distant Milishar Monastery, battered by barren waves, stood like a stone tomb, in stark contrast to the sunny southern seas.
“You think the Golden Lion will accept your challenge?”