Chapter 107: Inquisition
"If Seris had used even half of that against me, my Radiant Silver Cleave wouldn't have lasted a single breath."
Liana's hands slowly fell from her mouth, her silver eyes reflecting a deep reverence for the girl on the arena.
Solas let out a slow exhale.
It was a remarkably bitter pill to swallow—watching his clan's prodigy being defeated by an unknown girl.
Yet, as he looked down at Sylvan, who was still struggling to comprehend his own overwhelming defeat.
Rather than pity, a sharp gleam of approval flashed in the old patriarch's eyes.
"A much-needed, harsh awakening," Solas noted with a satisfied nod, "It is good for him to learn that there is always a higher mountain..."
On the platform, Seris sheathed her Frost-Bite sword with a soft click.
She looked down at Sylvan without a shred of mercy.
Anyone who is hostile to Rhain will never arouse any sympathy from her.
