Warrick lifted his sword, forcing Treston's lance to slide off on the blade of his sword.
Shiinng!!
After deflecting the lance, Warrick used the residual force to swing his sword toward Treston.
Whoosh!
The old warrior frowned and pulled his head back, narrowly evading the attack that would have cut off his head.
While the two Transcendents were fighting, the two armies had already clashed. The fearsome collision of both forces caused the ground to tremble.
The sound of blades clashing, the soldiers' cries, and even the horses' neighs echoed.
Anton Keller watched the battle with a look of discomfort.
Did I make the right choice?
Seeing the soldiers die because of his decision made him feel uncomfortable. The guilt was gnawing at him.
Aru, I was foolish! I made a rash decision…
He regretted it, but there was no turning back anymore.
