"It's you!" Trinity gasped softly as recognition dawned upon her face.
Trinity's eyes widened in shock as she surveyed the sea of faces surrounding them. Anger surged through her veins, igniting a fierce determination within.
Just meters away stood a formidable group of around a thousand Adventurers, all clad in matching red and black armor emblazoned with a wolf symbol on their left sleeves.
The air crackled with their bloodthirsty energy; it was clear these weren't ordinary foes.
Each one had likely traversed mountains of corpses to reach this point, none were weak.
"Lyrius! It's you!" Melian gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, disbelief etched across her features as she recognized the man at the forefront.
"How can you be so shameless? Ambushing us like this?" Aegnor's voice dripped with fury as he glared at Lyrius.
