The valkyrie pointed her sword at his neck.
"How dare you, someone so weak, have the guts to cause trouble in our empire?"
Eryke the Fifth was far from being in good condition. He clutched his slitted neck tightly, a pool of blood already forming at his feet.
But even then, his recovery had already begun, his wounds healing at a startling pace.
Slowly, he tilted his head. His mind replayed the valkyrie's movements, and for a moment, he stood there, still, almost dazed.
"I see."
The valkyrie, noticing that Eryke the Fifth was still standing, raised an eyebrow. She was just about to strike again.
However, at that moment, Eryke the Fifth simply tilted his head, effortlessly dodging the attack with unexpected grace.
The valkyrie swung her sword, aiming to sever his right arm.
In response, he struck back with a punch, his fist glittering with starlight.
