The squad of knights in gray uniforms joined their captain, their presence reinforcing the dominance of their rank. However, not every member of the squad was present; two were conspicuously missing—the same two who had met their demise at Orion's hands. Their angry glares in Orion's direction went unspoken but carried volumes.
Yet, Aedeos focused solely on Orion, paying no attention to the others as if they were mere shadows in the background. His eyes remained fixed on Orion, an unwavering gaze that disregarded everything else.
"I have to say, you wield the sword with exceptional might," Aedeos remarked, his voice resonating with genuine admiration. "And the precision and finesse with which you executed the ironclap maneuver... truly remarkable. I can count the individuals on my fingers who even know this move. Even fewer can who execute it with such mastery."