An Unexpected Guest

Roland's single eye followed the severed head of the enemy soldier as it rolled across the ground, his expression unreadable. Then he lifted his gaze to Darnell, whose eyes were as cold as ice. While his own soldiers trembled in fear, retreating dozens of meters, Roland stood unwavering. Despite his wretched state, his aura remained undiminished. He tightened his grip on his burned hand, still clutching his sword, and readied himself for battle. Channeling the last remnants of his strength into his weapon, he wrapped his body in a thin layer of energy - just enough to numb the pain and shield himself.