It had been an hour since the match ended, and the news hung in every inch of the palace. The young wolfess had won against the brute head warrior.
The match replayed in the minds of those who had witnessed it, though they were still worried. The girl had been hurt badly during the match.
“I can't believe she won,” Hilda said after narrating the whole match to Brigid, who stayed silent while staring into empty space.
Lylah won. How had she managed to pull it off?
She delivered two strikes in the first round and the final one in the third. Soon, she’d be appointed as a warrior.
How could this be happening?
“She is still badly injured and is being taken care of by the palace’s best healers,” Hilda continued rambling. “I heard the Grand Lord hasn’t left her side.”
Brigid’s eyes finally
