“Yeah,” Lia sighed as well
Over the past few years, the frequency of the Void Legion’s invasions had been increasing. The aura of the void was especially terrifying—wherever void creatures passed, their corruption seeped into the land, transforming ordinary beasts into savage, monstrous versions of themselves.
Even Lia’s mercenary squad had suffered heavy losses in recent times.
Just then, a terrifying aura suddenly descended.
Before the caravan, a massive rift tore through the air, and from within it emerged a colossal demonic figure. Towering, muscular, and wreathed in power, the being’s skin was a deep, abyssal black. Its head was hidden beneath a massive black helmet, with only a pair of violet flames burning in its eyes—eyes cold, deep, and merciless.R
“A Void Marshal!!??”
Everyone’s expression changed drastically. After over two centuries of war, the people of Hydra were no strangers to the void. They could recognize the strength of such creatures immediately—and this was unmistakably a Void Marshal!
But how?
While scattered void monsters did occasionally slip into the Hope Continent, they were usually lower-ranked. After all, under Hero Rosha’s blessing and the barrier he’d erected using the World Origin, all void entities on this land suffered immense suppression.
Void Marshals should have been completely incapable of entering this deep into Hydra.
Yet now, one stood before them—in the heart of Hope.
In that moment, an ancient fear returned: the fear of domination by the void.
The Void Marshal suddenly surged forward, releasing a sickening wave of bloodlust. Countless void shadows rippled from its monstrous form and lunged at the caravan. In the blink of an eye, the guards were torn apart.
“Run!!” Lia shouted, gritting her teeth.
She summoned a massive wave of flame and launched a barrage of fire spells at the Void Marshal. Her attacks, fierce and burning, did leave some wounds—but they did little to halt the monster’s advance.
Within moments, more than half the escort team had been killed.
Finally, the Void Marshal turned its attention to Lia, charging at her like a force of nature. Its sheer size and oppressive presence bore down on her.
“Flame Shield! Wall of Fire!” she cried, casting one defensive spell after another. But none of it could stop the Marshal’s advance.
Despair flickered across Lia’s face.
Was this it? Was she going to die here?
Then, suddenly, a blinding surge of holy light exploded from the sky.
A radiant sword—an enormous phantom blade infused with sacred power—descended like divine judgment. It struck the Void Marshal in an instant, obliterating it completely.
Lia stood frozen, barely able to comprehend what had just happened. The sensation of escaping death sent a chill through her bones.
She turned quickly and saw a striking young knight clad in shining armor of light, riding atop a snow-white steed. He looked as if he had descended from the heavens.
For a moment, Lia was utterly stunned.
But she quickly gathered herself and stepped forward, bowing deeply. “Thank you, kind sir, for saving us!”
Her eyes sparkled with awe. Not just because he had saved her life—but because of how he looked. He wore sacred armor that glowed with pure light, holding a radiant holy sword. The aura he gave off was warm, reassuring, almost magnetic.
“No thanks necessary,” the handsome knight said, his voice deep and refined, sending a flutter through Lia’s heart. “The Holy Light does not permit the existence of the void.”
“I am Lia of the Windsor family,” she introduced herself respectfully.
The Windsor family—one of Hydra’s most prestigious magical bloodlines. They had produced over a dozen grand mages, a true magical dynasty. As the eldest daughter of the Windsor family, it was surprising to see Lia working as a mercenary captain.
The knight nodded and responded, “I am Soren, an Oracle Knight.”
Soren?
The name sounded unusual in Hydra, but Lia didn’t dwell on it. With so many ancient lineages, it could easily belong to some forgotten noble house.
“Thank you, Soren,” Lia said sincerely. She looked around at the corpses scattered across the battlefield. Many of them had been her comrades—companions who had followed her for years. Her eyes dimmed with grief.
But Hydra’s people were long accustomed to death and danger. Though saddened, she didn’t collapse in sorrow.
The caravan leader had survived, albeit injured. Bowing deeply to Soren, he said with gratitude and hope, “Sir Soren, would you accompany us to Windbreeze City? Of course, we’ll pay you well—very well…”
The appearance of a Void Marshal had shaken him to the core. But Soren’s power had wiped away that terror. He needed someone like this to guarantee the caravan’s safety.
Soren—Qin Xian—nodded lightly. “I will.”
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