The Fury of a Warrior Denied
Victor looked at them and spoke.
"Is that it? Are you people going to do anything else?"
His voice wasn't loud, yet it echoed clearly across the silent battlefield.
The six Spirit Rulers instinctively exchanged uneasy glances.
None of them answered.
Their summoner had fled.
The strongest among them—the Spirit Ruler of Chaos—had abandoned the battlefield without even attempting a single attack, taking Isabella with her.
Now only the six of them remained, standing before Victor and Diana.
Victor's handsome face was clouded with unmistakable irritation, his golden eyes burning with disappointment.
Beside him, Diana stood quietly in her black-and-red gown, her crimson eyes calm as always. A faint, gentle smile rested on her lips as she observed both Victor and the uneasy Spirit Rulers.
The contrast between the two was striking.
One radiated growing frustration.
The other remained serenely composed.
