Chapter 250 The Keeper Of The Castle

• The group stood frozen, every muscle tense, eyes wide. The sheer number of the light army soldiers alone was staggering, but the way their armor seemed to hum with power made each of them feel smaller, almost fragile in comparison.
• Ramsay swallowed hard, his hand instinctively drifting toward his sword. Ramsay's voice was barely audible over the soft echo of the throne room as he muttered, “They… they’re real".
• Hawk’s jaw tightened after he said, "I’ve faced a lot of enemies. Never anything like this".