"The young lady of the Emberclad family?" Cravan narrowed his eyes at the violet‑haired girl standing before his soldier. Recognition sharpened his gaze.
Averis growled low in her throat. "You'll pay for hurting him." Mana flared around her like a storm, and for a moment, the soldier before her wavered, his confidence faltering.
Cravan let out a harsh laugh. "So it's true—Argon has joined hands with Kaelith! The alliance is real!" His booming voice rattled the forest, sending wild beasts scattering deeper into the trees.
Averis did not move, her expression unshaken. She cared little for what others assumed about alliances or factions. What mattered was her Lord's safety, and she was here for that alone.
"What are you waiting for, Simons? Bring me his head." Cravan crossed his arms, his voice cold with command.
The soldier, Simons, leapt at Hades. But before his blade could strike, he was forced to twist aside, dodging a crimson spear formed from blood itself.
