Arielle stood at the forefront of the town's entrance, her armor gleaming under the light of flickering flames as demons closed in.
"Ack! No! Not my arm!"
"Get the hell away from me!"
Clang!
Bang!!
"Die you useless pieces of shit!"
She was surrounded by chaos—roars of demons, the clash of steel, and the cries of mercenaries fighting for their lives. Despite her age, she commanded the battlefield with the presence of a seasoned general.
"Focus your attacks on the weak points!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade.
Her tone was firm, leaving no room for doubt or disobedience, and the mercenaries around her responded without hesitation.
Arielle wasn't just shouting orders—she was leading by example. An enchanted shortsword danced in one of her hands, cutting through demons with precision.
