Her eyes were bloodshot. Sweat trickled down her forehead. Another berserker went down from the sky and fell on the East Kingdom's camp. Instead of rejoicing, the South's soldiers felt fear. They broke into sweats and stared at the three berserkers on the vast field. The fight has now become just one woman against the East's beast. But she is not even trying hard as the three berserkers continued to harvest its preys who came near.
"You…" she pointed out at Lucien. "Who are you?"
"You are unstable yet. Call back your berserkers, Yllana." The wounds on his body started to heal. She saw it through the torn parts of his clothing. She narrowed her eyes and asked again.
"Who are you?"
"Look,-" before he could finish what he was saying, Yllana already appeared before his eyes. Her eyes bored into his as if she was looking deep into his soul.