The battle served as a brutal wake-up call for Eldric, Lirael, and Simon—they'd witnessed the terrifying might of the Veyra Family's elite warriors firsthand.
Though only fifty fighters had been sent to aid Lirael, each was a walking war machine. Together, they could obliterate enemies like dust in the wind.
Even the Dragon and Tiger Hall's hordes would crumble before such power—these fifty could annihilate them with effortless ease.
The display seared into Eldric's mind like a brand.
Right now, he might as well have been an ant facing giants. Against foes like Fuller or Simon, he stood defenseless—utterly outmatched by the Veyra's elites.
The gap between him and true powerhouses yawned like the abyss between heaven and earth. When real masters appeared, he'd be crushed like a bug.
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