Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1103

Isaac didn't bother to count the enemy's numbers.

"How many of you are there?" he asked.

"It's just me and Iris. She's over there." Claire pointed across the road to a patch of dense trees where a figure was slowly making her way toward the convoy.

"We're dead meat," Isaac muttered, his face darkening. "You two and me-three against over a hundred, plus the suicide soldiers."

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly after he descended the mountain?

His handsome face furrowed in concentration as he quickly ran through possible plans in his mind. Okay, the chances of success were zero-but he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

Violet had already been dragged into the tent. She seemed drugged, her body limp, and the only sign of resistance she had left was the curse she muttered earlier. After that, she had gone completely silent.

The men moved out of the tent, and Yuvan entered.

Isaac felt his blood rush to his head.

had figured there was no chance of success and had stopped Claire from acting. But now, he rushed out

wouldn't just cause chaos-she would probably wish she were dead. Isaac

and used a flute to parry the attacks, spinning

before the two women could push through the tent's entrance, whips lashed out, wrapping around their bodies and

sensed someone moving toward her, his breath hot and rancid, making her stomach churn.

was too hot. She instinctively wanted to clutch something cold, but the place was stuffy

"Vivi, it's me."

her want to scream. She couldn't make out the man's face, but his voice

thinking, she slapped

to land had no strength behind it. After striking him, she was quickly overpowered, her

foul breath came close again, and Violet felt like she was drowning in

felt a brief, cool sensation-a welcome relief. She began to tug at her clothes, twisting her body as if in a daze. "Why is it so loud?" she

with a subtle glow, like freshly fallen snow. Her eyes blended both allure and innocence, radiating an irresistible

mesmerized.

encountered such beauty. Her usual defiance had melted into a soft, tender allure. The delicate curve of her shoulder made his throat

be united