[Calyra's POV]
'The soldiers won't hold….'
Calyra knew it from a single glance at the advancing horde. There was something that needed to be done before the second wave crashed into them.
Which was why, with a quiet yet undaunted voice, Calyra called out:
"Father…."
She did not elaborate further; that single call alone was enough for her father to understand the unspoken request behind it.
Recognizing the necessity of her request, Lord Evrard remained silent for only a moment before giving his command.
"Yes… you may."
Calyra gave a faint, gratified smile before nodding.
Then, she flashed away with [Blink] and reappeared nearly three hundred meters above the carnage, presiding beneath the pearly moon.
With a graceful sweep of her hand, Calyra summoned her antiqued magic staff from her dimensional storage.
