Lirael had given clear orders—every hired guard the Connor Family brought in was to be eliminated on the spot.
When her command reached the Veyra warriors, they struck to kill, giving no quarter. Each move was calculated to end lives, not just defeat opponents.
The Connor fighters were completely outmatched. The power difference was like heaven and earth—these mercenaries couldn't rival even Fuller's strength, their skill level barely matching the Dragon and Tiger Hall's elites.
Against the Veyra's trained killers? They were utterly outclassed.
Yet survival instincts kicked in. As the Veyra forces attacked, Connor's guards frantically raised their defenses, burning through their last reserves of qi in desperate attempts to block the onslaught.
It changed nothing.
The confrontation la
