Hiraeth glared at them menacingly, making the soldiers step back. She repeated the same words:
"I will ask again: who are you, mere soldiers, to dare block my path?"
The soldiers trembled before her threat, retreating even further as they felt the crushing pressure upon their bodies—every inch of their being, every cell, and atom. There was no one who could stop what was about to unfold.
The soldiers had heard the stories circulating the capital over the past month, tales of this person's conquests. Standing before them was a legend. Those golden eyes, shining like molten gold, hunted them like a hawk stalking its prey.
One of the soldiers attempted to raise his spear to attack Hiraeth. But with a swift motion, she dodged and caught it with her free hand, locking eyes with the young man. He froze, paralyzed with fear.
"Do you truly not understand what is happening here?"
