Harold nodded in satisfaction. Baron Hutton was one of Desmond's most skilled warriors, highly ranked for his combat prowess.

"Good. Don’t worry about anyone else—just focus on killing that one," he ordered.

"Understood," replied Baron Hutton, who immediately spurred his horse forward, eyes never leaving Gillian, the man relentlessly butchering Desmond's knights and soldiers with raw strength. 

Under normal circumstances, even Baron Hutton wouldn't dare to claim victory against someone like Gillian. But now, he could see that Gillian's strength was waning, a result of the unending battles. Although Gillian’s aura remained ferocious, his power and speed had visibly diminished.