Conquest { XVII }

At the northern border of Winterseed, the small battle was already on the verge of ending; the soldiers of Glenwood had already been taken down, their corpses sprawled across the border, blood dripping from them.

But the clanging of swords still continued as Rowan and Stanis engaged in intense combat. Nevertheless, unlike in the beginning when Stanis had the upper hand, Rowan had the upper hand now.

"What!!" Stanis' voice cracked in disbelief.

Just a few minutes ago, Rowan couldn't block his half-assed attack without taking several steps backward to maintain balance. But now, even his all-out attacks seemed to be nothing before him. In fact, it looked like Rowan wasn't taking him seriously anymore.

'How did he suddenly get stronger?' Stanis wondered as he focused all his attention on defending.

'If it continues this way, I will surely die!' he yelled inwardly.