[Event] [Elven Utopian War] [84] Amael Olphean VS Durathiel Ruvelion

"Ugh!!" A muffled groan, filled with pain, tore through the air as Lykhor clutched the raw stump where his right arm used to be. Blood pulsed from the wound, splattering onto the wooden deck. His breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps as he yanked off the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his mouth, spitting out another mouthful of crimson. Even in his state he was still glaring at me.

Around us, the Utopian Knights froze, their attention snapping toward me. Their hands instinctively went to their weapons, but hesitation flickered in their eyes.

I didn't spare them a second glance. Instead, I turned my gaze to Annabelle.

"Anna, get some rest," I said.

She nodded wordlessly before vanishing into thin air.

Next, I called another name.

"Samara."

In an instant, she was beside me. A day had passed since I called her, and now she was back by my side.

"Yes," she answered.