Chapter 254
Garvin leaned closer, smirking. "Tell me—what business do weaklings like you have in a war like this? You can't even protect yourselves."
His grip tightened mercilessly, the sound of creaking bone echoing in Bron's ears. His vision swam red with agony, and he knew—one more squeeze, and his arm would be nothing but shattered ruin.
Bron roared in pain.
But before Garvin could finish it, silver light flashed.
Silver Wing descended, both swords cutting in perfect synchrony. One blade streaked for Garvin's throat, the other for his torso—a strike executed so flawlessly that even Garvin would be forced to choose: block one and suffer the other.
For a heartbeat, it looked like the tide might turn.
But Garvin's expression didn't change. He dipped his head aside, narrowly dodging the blade aimed for his neck, while his hand released Bron just long enough to clamp down on the other sword. Steel rang against his palm, but his grip held firm.
