Giving Astrid almost no time to react, Lyra grabbed the hand the other had placed on her shoulder, instantly spun around, and with a swift, agile maneuver, pinned Astrid against the bed. At the same time, she raised her right hand and pressed a cold, long object against the other's neck.
The series of movements was too fast and forceful. Astrid, though a peak tier Magnus, was physically weaker than a knight of equal level, and her speed and strength were in a completely different tier. Naturally, she was at a disadvantage in close combat. In just one exchange, Lyra had already pressed Astrid down onto the soft bed. Her smooth silver hair scattered loosely, her red eyes still calm, yet her lips curved with a faint smile.
At that moment, she suddenly understood what the hard object pressing against her waist was, a silver-white, intricately patterned, exquisitely crafted metal scabbard, now pressing against her neck so close she could feel the pulse of blood vessels beneath her skin.
