With a growl, Yukagrat lunged forward, his sword flashing toward Aragon with deadly intent. His mind raced, struggling to comprehend how a mere human possessed such strength, such skill.
And that aura around him—what was it? It was starting to dawn on Yukagrat that this might not be the quick fight he had expected. But Aragon had no intention of prolonging the battle. His every movement was calculated, and his goal was clear: to kill Yukagrat as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, the battlefield around them was a swirling maelstrom of chaos. Yukagrat's men clashed violently with Beltar's knights, their swords ringing out in a furious symphony of war. The ground beneath them trembled with the weight of hundreds of soldiers fighting for their lives. From the castle, terrified onlookers watched the horror unfold, holding their breath as the battle raged on.