Solis was not having a good time, no sir. His day, which was supposed to be uneventful, had spiraled into chaos faster than he could blink. He was too busy mentally screaming while keeping a worried eye on Flora, his youngest daughter. She was out there, sword in hand, trying to fight like a hero but also, you know, not die. It was a tough balancing act, to say the least, and Solis could feel his nerves fraying with each passing moment.
And let's be real, an all-out brawl wasn't exactly on his "Welcoming the Pilgrims" agenda. Nope, not helpful at all. Who could've guessed that the day would devolve into flying debris, glowing scythes, and bloodlust-driven chaos? Now, instead of quietly wrapping up the event, he was stuck dealing with a super-strong enemy who had decided that Solis was his personal sparring partner. Lucky him. Truly, the gods must be laughing.
