Alaric's breath came in ragged gasps as he staggered to his feet, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. His body ached from the intensity of the battle, and his mind struggled to process the turn of events.
Before him, stood Lyon, his expression calm and composed despite the chaos that had just unfolded. The magical bindings that had ensnared Alaric were now shattered, their remnants dissipating in the air. Lyon's eyes held a flicker of something enigmatic, a hint of power that seemed to defy explanation.
Alaric's voice was a mixture of astonishment and confusion as he stammered. He saw those who proved to be a challenge and ended near, dead with their blood smeared all over the crossroads. The incredible power brought him and his two knights to a shiver.
"What's the matter, you look quite stunned," said Lyon with a smirk.
