The pungent smell of blood stung her nostrils, and the sharp sound of air being sliced filled her ears.
Lyra looked into those mocking eyes, feeling a deep sense of discomfort welling up within her.
The battle was still ongoing, or rather, it was more like a one-sided slaughter.
The people on the opposite side wielded sharp blades and carried giant axes, while those beside her were a group of ragged civilians, weak and without proper weapons.
The only two armored knights had already fallen to the barrage of arrows.
The remaining people had no combat ability, either fleeing for their lives or kneeling in surrender, but the outcome was the same.
The sound of metal cutting through flesh was muffled, and the fabric was torn to shreds by the whistling blade.
Lyra watched as another surrendering person fell under the butcher's knife, her heart filled with both fear and anger.
These were living people... not livestock to be slaughtered at will...
"...Please, I'll do anything."
