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The voice that just spoke wasn't particularly loud. Yet, the emotions it carried—pride, joy, respect, and immense relief—were deafening.
The sheer weight of it sent power shudders down the spines of the villagers, guards, and the rebel force's spines, igniting something primal within them.
Instinctively, all eyes turned toward the speaker… Lilith.
Right now, she was collapsed on her knees, her breath ragged, her shoulders trembling violently. Her hands clutched at her chest, fingers curling against her dress as if trying to steady her racing heart. Yet, despite her weakened state, her expression—her gaze—
It was filled with immeasurable loyalty, fanaticism, and pure, undying devotion.
Tears streamed down her face and her lips parted slightly, quivering as she gazed at him—at Xylen.
Seeing this, Xylen's lips twitched, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face, but before he could even react—
"Long live, lord Xylenia!"
