"The Sword of Light?"
Elina's eyes widened at the name.
She knew who he was. Elyan was a direct disciple of the Singularity of Light.
No wonder Evalyn was struggling. Her opponent was indeed a formidable swordsman.
Then, a thought crossed her mind.
'When did he show up? Why didn't I notice him?'
She had been absolutely certain that Elyan wasn't among the rebel forces.
"Are you wondering why he isn't among my troops?"
Corvin's casual voice snapped Elina out of her thoughts.
She looked up and met his playful gaze.
"He's been here from the very beginning. He just never made a move or revealed himself in front of any of you. After all, he's my trump card in this war."
Elina's expression darkened. She hadn't expected this at all.
She took a deep breath, bent her knees, and pointed her sword at him.
"You've certainly surprised me, but that's all. You don't stand a chance against thirty thousand imperial troops!"
Whoosh!
Elina darted toward him.
Clang!
