Casually stepping through the broken gates, was the figure that had barely ever budged from that protruding boulder.
The enemy commander, Litrakq, wielding a curved, elvish blade of gorgeous craftsmanship, a weapon far to beautiful for such hideous creature, it looked like it was from silver, carrying hints of faint blue, her armour was similarly clean and beautiful, one would expect a noble swordswoman to wear it instead of a foul monster.
The city lord felt his body tense, why would she come here in person? She had countless soldiers and warriors, furthermore, how had she even gotten here so quickly just a little while ago, she was still standing on that rock, far away, separating her from here was a large field littered with stones and corpses.
Just how fast could she be to get here without even looking like she had run at all?
