"You are making a mistake," Kaizen said, trying to steady his voice though fear already gripped his chest. "You're attacking a Legate's Knight. Are you trying to break the alliance between the two empires?"
He raised his katana with both hands, his aura flaring as if that would somehow stop the chill crawling down his spine.
Vaenyra didn't even blink. Her emerald eyes stayed cold, her voice calm yet sharp.
"The alliance means nothing to us. The Mage Emperor's affairs aren't mine to follow."
She began walking toward him, step by step. Each movement was soundless and graceful, yet terrifying.
Kaizen could finally feel it clearly now, the pressure, the mana, the unbearable weight that crushed the air around her.
'Magic Circle… Seven?!' His mind screamed. That was equal to a Knight Four. Someone who could easily crush him.
In panic, he turned toward Lumberling. "You're doing all this… for him? You'd risk the Legate's wrath for that man?"
