Chapter 117
Kael’s body flew through the air like a broken doll, crashing deep into the forest. The impact shook the ground, sending leaves and debris flying in all directions.
The knights and soldiers, who had been maintaining their distance while firing arrows, froze in sheer terror.
"My Lord!"
The battlefield turned into chaos. The Byk’s monstrous allies took advantage of the moment, launching themselves at the knights. Swords clashed against claws, shields cracked under the force of brute strength, and cries of pain echoed in the air. Blood splattered across the ground as some knights were flung away, their bodies rolling lifelessly. Others gritted their teeth, trying to hold their ground despite their injuries.
"Lord Kael!" Some of the knights screamed his name, their voices desperate, hoping for a sign that he was still alive.
Lyria, standing at the back, narrowed her eyes. Without hesitation, she sprinted toward the place where Kael had been thrown. Her cold, expressionless face showed no concern, but her grip on the small potion bottle tightened.
Meanwhile, a group of knights, led by Baret and Chris, rushed toward the forest, panic gripping their chests. They couldn’t afford to lose Kael. The thought alone sent a chill down their spines.
Gare and Handel, seeing the soldiers in disarray, took charge of the situation.
"KNIGHTS, STOP THIS NONSENSE!" Gare’s voice boomed across the battlefield.
"Nothing has happened to Lord Kael!"
"Hold your ground! Don’t let these bastards take advantage of your panic!"