The remaining space was filled with the stench of blood. The floor was littered with lifeless bodies, the dungeon walls smeared red.
The reserve general, who earlier brimmed with confidence, now trembled violently. His legs wobbled, his face turned deathly pale. His weapon was nowhere to be found, only his hands shook uncontrollably.
"F—forgive me… spare me…!" he cried hoarsely, his voice breaking as his body collapsed to his knees before Lyrith. "I surrender! I won't fight anymore! Please… let me live!"
His hand reached for Lyrith's leg, shivering, trying to clutch onto it as if that alone could save his life.
But Lyrith's gaze remained cold. Her eyes showed not a single trace of mercy, only a frozen silence that pressed down upon the room.
"Mercy?" Lyrith's voice was quiet. She glanced toward Alvaric, who was gravely injured. "You dared harm my comrade."
