Chapter 167: Taste Of Impending Defeat
Lucian's voice rang out, a desperate rallying cry in the face of insurmountable odds. "Then we fight!" he roared, his words echoing through the courtyard. Even in the face of such a monstrous army, a surge of defiance ignited within his men. They were cornered, yes, but they weren't surrendering. Not without a fight.
With a renewed ferocity, they charged into the fray. Lucian, at the forefront, became a whirlwind of steel, his blade a blur as he cut down enemy soldiers with ruthless efficiency. Sir Gareth roared a battle cry that echoed through the courtyard, his single eye blazing with a warrior's fury as he carved a path through the enemy ranks.
The courtyard became a chaotic melee. The clash of steel, the screams of the dying, and the deafening roar of the battle at the main gate combined into a cacophony of violence. But despite their valiant efforts, Lucian's men were vastly outnumbered. One by one, they fell, their bodies littering the cold stone floor.
Lucian felt a surge of
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