Thessalia’s body ignited with a fiery intensity, the familiar rhythm of the blade dance filling her with a sense of exhilaration.
As she moved quickly through the chaos of battle, the dead bodies of her defeated enemies piled up around her, showing how dangerous her attacks and moves were. But the sheer number of people she had to fight reminded her of how hard it would be to win.
However, there were many of them and she stood alone, a lone figure in the middle of a never-ending attack.
Thessalia moved with nimble grace, maneuvering her way closer to Landon in a fluid and agile manner. Her fighting style was distinct, a lethal combination of slashing, parrying, and stabbing, each movement executed with precision and purpose. With each swift strike, more enemies fell, their lifeless bod
