Chapter 24: A Blade Shattered in Silence
A rumor led them to a small town oppressed by a petty lord's enforcers. Lyrus arrived without fanfare, head high, shoulders relaxed. Alyra's arrows and Kael's guidance poised them for confrontation. Yet Lyrus acted as if strolling through a garden, each step quiet, each movement efficient.
When a swordsman confronted him, blade rattling in nervous hands, Lyrus merely glanced at him. The swordsman lunged, shouting bravado. Lyrus stepped forward, and the system's power pulsed through him like a silent roar. He caught the blade mid-strike, Hellfire flickering faintly along his fingertips. The steel hissed, cracked, and shattered into shards.
Gasps rippled through onlookers. Without raising his voice, Lyrus said, "No more harm to these people. Leave."
The swordsman and his cohorts fled, frantic. Townsfolk murmured in awe. Alyra and Kael exchanged knowing glances—Lyrus had grown not just stronger, but cooler under pressure, as if strife were beneath his notice.
His name drifted from lip to lip. "HellSin," they whispered. "He's different." By nightfall, gratitude welled in the townspeople's hearts. This newcomer brought no arrogance, just a calm, unspoken promise of protection. In their quiet thanks and respectful bows, the HellSin name found renewed reverence.
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