At that moment, the people of Runedell clenched their fists tightly... no one dared step forward to face him again. Darian had humiliated their three strongest fighters in the worst possible way — and even now, his aura didn't show the slightest sign of weakening.
Beating him by exhaustion, with all fifteen of them attacking one after another? That was the obvious strategy, and every prince and princess had thought about it, but...
...when they met those red eyes, a chill ran down their spines. There was a limit to childishness. They weren't inexperienced in battle — they just hadn't lived much else. So they trusted their instincts, but sadly, they chose to do it too late.
They wouldn't be able to win, even if there were a thousand of them. Darian gave off the aura of someone who had gone through every kind of life-or-death struggle and still clawed his way to victory with his own hands.
At that instant, secretly, Niall was sending mental messages to another prince.
