Lear eventually agreed to Kalanis's request for a battle.
He returned the slender war saber with the unique curve, held tightly when unconscious, back to her.
Kalanis took it with both hands, with a respectful demeanor.
Lear could clearly sense that at the moment her gaze tightened around the hilt, it turned sharp like a hunting hawk.
Her head raised high, with black shoulder-length hair flying freely.
The armor had long been shattered, the large blood-stained scars on her were like medals.
Yet her spirit remained high, like an indomitable fighter, or the rising sun.
Full of vitality, never backing down.
Just by a glance, one could feel the warrior's bravery and fearlessness.
She perfectly matched the image of a warrior in Lear's mind, spirited and exceptional.
Kalanis strode forward, her determined gaze pierced through the front defense troops, leading at the forefront.
