As everyone was engrossed in their battle, an hour passed in the blink of an eye. The battle hadn't ended yet; however, the development baffled the side that had the number advantage.
Out of the one-hundred men that Jane brought with her, eighty-nine of them had been eliminated. It hadn't been a walk in the park for the girls but they did it.
Clank!
Winerva was sent skidding to the back after blocking Sziera's lance. Ignoring the blood dripping down from her forehead to her cheeks and her chin, she focused her gaze on the green-haired Warlord.
The armour that Layland gave her a few days ago as a congratulation for her major advancement—a top-tiered Yellow Grade Relic—was already dented in various places. She had coughed out blood multiple times but the dents bothered her more.
