Amid the stunned silence of the crowd, Alice stepped forward and planted her foot firmly on Hivrael's chest.
"Alan is someone I recommended," she said coldly, her voice cutting like a blade. "And you dare to give him trouble?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, a sharp flash of light, like a blade's edge, appeared and vanished.
Hivrael screamed in pain as deep gashes spread across his chest, the wounds so deep that bone was visible. Blood gushed out, staining the ground.
The crowd fell into an eerie silence, their gazes fixed on Alice in astonishment.
What was Duke Alice trying to convey with this?
Before they could process the scene, Alice's icy voice echoed across the land,
"Krom! Show yourself!"
As she spoke, an intense and frigid blade aura surged from her body, its chilling brilliance piercing the sky.
In an instant, the blade aura tore through the air, hurtling straight toward Krom.
