Your Majesty, Can I sleep with you?

Elora's sword dripped black blood as she scanned the surrounding beasts, her gaze settling on Thorn, who remained untouched despite the prolonged attack.

She was surprised—his usual demeanour had misled her into thinking he was weak and needed protection.

''Roar!!''

The roar snapped her focus to the lunging beasts.

The clash of weapons and claws echoed in the eerily silent forest as they fought for hours, sustaining wounds while slaying the beasts.

When the battle ended, the shadow guards placed some beast corpses into their ring.

Every part of the beast was valuable—claws for weapons, fur for armour—nothing was wasted.

The rustling trees made them tense, and Elora signalled for an immediate retreat, too exhausted to face another wave of beasts.

They hadn't reached the inner boundary, Just beyond the outer boundary, they had fought off six consecutive waves of beasts.