Sinar stepped forward too, but she lost again. Of course, they didn't fight fiercely with their lives on the line. How should I put it?
The matchup was simply unfavorable, or you could say there was a difference in skill. Enkrid didn't believe his own skill was outstanding among knights, but meeting someone clearly superior was still surprising. Moreover, his opponent wasn't even trying to kill him.
He had no choice but to admit defeat. Overdir defeated them both, but no one was seriously hurt. After the fight, Overdir's gaze turned to Audin.
Those eyes resembled an elf's. They revealed no emotion; they were utterly expressionless. Like eyes painted in monochrome.
“Heretic Audin, I've heard of you,” Overdir said.
As an apostle of the War God and with divine talent, it was a name that couldn't help but be famous. So famous that even Overdir knew of him—a Holy Knight who had inherited one of the seven names of the Martyrs of Abundance representing the Church. A brief silence blended with the falling sunset, killing all sound.
Perhaps the demon beasts far off had stopped howling, for the surroundings were quiet. Only the sounds of insects and the wind remained.
Caw.
Rem, Ragna, and Jacksen had all gathered at the training grounds in front of the barracks for some reason, and a crow flew overhead.
Caw!