Chapter 354: The Unchangeable Outcome
Not far from where the duel raged, Lyan’s Valkyries fought their own battles. Alice, her blade slicing through the enemy with deadly precision, glanced toward Lyan and Lucan’s fight. Her eyes gleamed with admiration as she watched Lyan handle the young warrior so effortlessly.
"He’s toying with him," Alice muttered under her breath, her sword flashing as she cut down another soldier.
Surena, her daggers dripping with blood, nodded in agreement. "Look at the way he moves. It’s like he’s barely even trying."
Emilia, standing a few paces away, her greatsword cleaving through a group of enemies, let out a low chuckle. "Lyan’s always like that. Makes everything look easy."
Josephine, who had been blasting away enemies with her magic, paused for a moment to watch. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the scene before her. "Lucan... he’s supposed to be one of the strongest warriors in Hektor’s army, isn’t he?"
"Yes," Wilhelmina said, her tone thoughtful as she swung her staff, knocking a soldier off his feet. "But look at how Lyan’s handling him. It’s like watching a lion play with a cub."
Raine, her bow drawn as she loosed arrows into the ranks of the enemy, nodded. "Lyan’s too strong for his own good."
"He’s not just strong," Ravia added, her voice quiet but full of admiration. "He’s graceful. Every move is perfect, every strike precise. It’s like he’s dancing."
The women continued to fight, but their eyes couldn’t help but drift toward Lyan as he faced off against Lucan. Even as they fended off soldiers, there was a quiet awe in the way they spoke about him, a shared understanding that they were witnessing something extraordinary.
But as they marveled at Lyan’s prowess, their eyes were drawn to a different scene—a figure slipping through the chaos of battle, moving quickly and quietly toward the safety of the stronghold.
It was Hektor.