Before the fight truly began, Irelia's uncle, Adalric, watched his niece charge into the battle with determination. He stood at the front of the knights, who were clearly ready to intervene but couldn't help but watch with concern.
Adalric kept his eyes fixed on Irelia as his subordinates gathered around him. His gaze shimmered with a touch of disdain, as if he were accustomed to seeing the youth face challenges with impetuous energy. He knew Irelia was capable of handling this on her own, but he had his own reasons for allowing her to test her limits.
"Let her handle this on her own," Adalric said, his voice authoritative and calm, but with a firmness that made the knights hesitate.
The soldiers, though in large numbers, were clearly uncomfortable with the idea of watching a young woman face these magical beasts without assistance. One of them, bolder than the rest, approached. "Sir, these creatures are dangerous! We must intervene to ensure your niece's safety!"
