The valley fell into a heavy silence.
Thousands of Leon soldiers stood frozen behind Scarlett, every eye fixed on the lone woman standing before them. Some tightened their grip on their spears. Others glanced nervously at their comrades.
No one understood why their princess — a battle-hardened Seven-Star Spirit Warrior — wanted to personally test a woman whose spiritual aura looked no stronger than a Five-Star Spirit Warrior. But no one questioned her. Scarlett had never been reckless. If she felt this woman needed to be tested, then there had to be a reason.
Scarlett slowly lifted her broadsword and rested the flat of the blade on her shoulder. Her crimson cape fluttered behind her in the breeze. She looked straight at Kiara with steady eyes.
