After sending Ethan crashing to the ground, Lyall seemed to step onto something mid-air and pushed herself downwards like a cannonball.
She didn’t plan on relenting in her assault, and she didn’t feel guilty about it.
Not at all!
In fact, she was even smiling, for it had been a long while since she had last felt something this exhilarating in.
She loved fighting, and she loved fighting strong opponents. The looks on the faces of the people whom she defeated made her realize that winning was everything.
Lyall didn’t care if she played dirty.
For her, battles were a matter of life and death. No matter how honorable and dignified you were, it wouldn’t matter once you were dead.
Seff told her that only the winners were able to write history, which was true. The history of mankind had always been like that, with Kingdoms rising and Kingdoms falling into ruin.
It didn’t matter how the war started.
The only thing that mattered was the result.