The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 170

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Raven stood silently on the sidelines, her gaze locked on Caleb's battered figure.

Despite the overwhelming disadvantage, the boy still gritted his teeth and fought with every last ounce of strength.

For the first time, a flicker of approval appeared in her usually indifferent eyes.

He was finally showing it-that ruthless will to fight like his life depended on it. During training, Caleb had always performed decently, but he'd lacked a vital edge: the ferocity to stake everything in a real battle.

Without that, he could never break into the ranks of the Elite Warriors.

But now, thanks to Jedidiah's relentless provocation, the blood in him had finally begun to boil.

This was exactly why she had purposely awarded Caleb the first Hundred-Man Unit slot-so Jedidiah would emerge from the shadows and set his sights on him.

As for Caleb's injuries, as long as he didn't die, she was fully confident she could have him back to full health within three days.

Meanwhile, Jedidiah was spiraling into a frenzy.

The moment Caleb's teeth sank deep into his leg, his strikes turned savage.

Crack after crack echoed as Caleb's bones fractured under the assault.

His body was now a mess of blood and broken limbs, his breaths shallow and fading.

But even then, his jaws refused to unclench.

"Someone help him!"

"Get him out of there-now!"

"Hell no. This is our land, and I'll be damned if some punk from Sunset Empire thinks he can run wild here!"

hesitated due to Jedidiah's repeated mentions of the

on the throne raged-they weren't about to watch one of their own

about to leap into action, a sudden voice rang out from the courtyard gates-cold/sharp, and

"Enough."

the chaos

and turned toward the source of

the open gates walked a procession of

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yet each one emanating an

group were two middle-aged

white uniform of Sunset Empire's military, the insignia on his chest identifying him as the equivalent of a Vyrdenian

spared him more than a passing

to the man beside him-dressed in Vyrdenia Military's highest-grade uniform, tall, composed, and radiating unshakable

several

was no mistaking

Macy-one of the four generals of the Vyrdenia Military, and

few stood higher than

who'd been lounging indifferently until now, rose instinctively

once, genuine respect flickered in

his sharp gaze fell on the bruised,

calm but layered with absolute authority. "

spared him a glance and showed no

side stepped forward with a smile and said, "Mr. Macy, Vyrdenia claims to be a land of civility and decorum. Before you order my soldier to stand down, shouldn't this Vyrdenian fighter kneel

"Kneel?" Benson's eyes narrowed.

the situation, you want

drained from Ortega's face in

his head, throwing a look

but straightened his back and replied, voice solemn, "I only wanted to test this so-called number one pick for your Hundred- Man Unit. But it turns out... he's trash. In fact, I'd go as far as to say every Vyrdenian under twenty-five is

to mind his soldier's blatant