Chapter 22: Turning Tides

Arawn sprinted back to the battlefield, each step a defiance against the instinct to flee. His breaths were ragged, his muscles screamed for rest, but he refused to yield. The battlefield stretched before him, a chaotic maelstrom of clashing steel and monstrous roars. His eyes locked on Lyra, her figure unwavering amidst the storm. She was the sword of their resistance, unbroken despite the overwhelming odds.

As Arawn drew closer, Lyra caught sight of him from the corner of her eye. Amid the flurry of attacks, a fleeting thought crossed her mind. This boy has guts. He doesn’t know when to back down. Perhaps... perhaps he’s worth it. She gritted her teeth, focusing her resolve. “If you’re going to fight, don’t be a liability,” she muttered under her breath, deflecting a devastating blow from the hooded figure’s claymore.