Third Person's POV
There, blood stained the land, blades clashed without end, and survival depended purely on strength, and that chaotic battlefield was the place where she truly belonged.
As Lady Raven was a true battle junkie at her core.
She thrived in the heat of combat, the rush of danger, and the raw, primal test of power, while she despised political schemes, backroom conspiracies, and the kind of venomous intrigue that festered within institutions like the Sanctum, royal courts, and noble houses.
And there was a single reason behind all this, and it was that hypocrites disgusted her.
She would rather settle matters with steel and lightning than waste time entangled in endless webs of manipulation and deceit.
At that moment, Lord Garuman's calm, ancient voice echoed once more across the ruined square.
"Deacons… escort your young friend to the Eagle Tower."
His tone was measured, neither harsh nor sympathetic, and simply final.
