Lara's expression shifted through a spectrum of emotions—shock, disbelief, hesitation.
Her father?
Was General Odin challenging her?
The idea sent a wave of unease through her. How was she supposed to fight her own father? And worse—what if she won? Wouldn't that tarnish his reputation? Would the soldiers whisper that their revered general had been bested by someone half his size?
Her heart pounded as she turned to Jethru, her eyes silently pleading.
Master, say something. I don't want to fight him.
But before Jethru could respond, another voice cut through the tension.
Alaric cleared his throat, his tone carrying an unmistakable hint of amusement.
"General, are you sure you want to fight with him?" he asked, his gaze flicking between Odin and Kane. Kane is still very young. You, on the other hand, have been hardened by countless battles."
Then, his sharp eyes landed on Kane, and the corners of his lips curled into a smirk—mischievous, teasing.
