Bab 1106: Lyon Torga... I'm sure you know who he is.

Ardan, his face flushed with anger, swiftly got back on his feet, leaped toward Kesya, and engaged her in a one-on-one battle. The elders looked on in stupefaction, their eyes fixed on the intense confrontation between the two formidable opponents.

Despite the deafening roars of the Wrym within and the immense size of his wings, Kesya seemed to handle Ardan's fists and kicks with ease. Her agility and skill were unmatched, allowing her to parry his attacks with grace.

Patriarch Ardan: (gritting his teeth) "You won't escape this time!"

Kesya: (smirking) "Is that a promise?"

The exchange of words and blows between Ardan and Kesya intensified the atmosphere of the battle, as their fight to the death added a new layer of tension to the already complex web of alliances and loyalties that had defined the confrontation.

Drako, realizing the urgency of the situation, quickly shouted to the elders above, emphasizing the need for their assistance.