Clang!
Two swords clashed, sending shockwaves in all directions.
Evalyn stepped back, swinging her sword to the side.
"Who are you?" she asked coldly.
She eyed the man standing before her warily.
He wore golden armor, which stood out against the armor worn by the rebel forces.
His short, golden hair was slightly spiky, and his light blue eyes were beautiful yet full of determination.
He was tall, perhaps around 1.85 meters.
The man drew his golden sword and laughed.
"Hahaha! I never thought this day would come."
He planted his sword into the ground and bowed slightly.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Elyan. The people of the Southern Continent call me the Sword of Light."
Hearing that title, Evalyn's eyes widened.
"The Sword of Light?"
She recognized the name. It was the title of the second-strongest swordsman in the Holy Empire of Valtanir.
His abilities were recognized throughout the continent.
