The battlefield resounded with deafening booms as Gillian tore through enemies with the ferocity of his moniker, the White Lion. Bloodied but unrelenting, he bellowed above the clamor:

"Do not falter! Fight! We can hold them off!"

"Uwaaaaah!"

Spurred on by Gillian's display, the defenders roared back, while the advancing Delphine Army soldiers hesitated, cowed by his ferocity.

Meanwhile, Ereneth, shielding the fortress with her summoned elemental forces, silently observed Gillian.

‘This doesn’t make sense.’

His skills were extraordinary. His storm-like aggression was a testament to the heights he had climbed as a knight of the highest caliber. And yet, …