บท 187: A Clash of Blades

I didn't have to look around at all to find the person who threw the spear.

Five Ereth soldiers landed before me. Each of them, wearing their white armour, carrying their silvery weapons. Just that sight would have been enough to strike fear to any untrained person.

As for me, all I saw was cocky weaklings.

"Keeper," One of them spoke as she unsheathed her sword. She was the only one without a spear – so it was her who tried to kill me. "So Luhen was a traitor," She sneered at the old Ereth, laying unconscious on the ground. "And so are you."

"Sure," I said purple flames danced on my skin. "Keep telling yourself that." I didn't unveil my wings – I needed speed to defeat all five of them. "Why are you here?"