Feeling the last vine being destroyed.
Master Ali's face showed a hint of surprise. Those vines were his magical creations, almost an extension of his limbs, so he clearly sensed the terrifying fire magic cast by Losa and the sharpness of the female swordswoman.
"It seems the Losa Princes of the Crusaders have made their move."
"Master, should we retreat for now?"
Dozens of armored cavalry surrounded Governor Magid, whose face showed a trace of worry. He wasn't a delusional madman who, after capturing one castle, would boast about capturing Losa alive.
Even the highest-ranking master in Saladin's council, Shemir, had repeatedly failed against Losa. Governor Adil, King Saladin, each wielded a military might far surpassing his own, yet the winner was always Losa.
He led the vanguard to earn merit and notoriety, not to add more glory to the already renowned achievements of the enemy.
Master Ali pondered: "They only sent two people."
