There was total silence following Medea's lethal display, a deep kind of fear gripping the soldiers as they stared at the lifeless body of their comrade.

The realization of the kind of force they were up against slowly settled in, creeping into their bones like a cold, unforgiving chill.

But the chief of the barracks was not so easily intimidated. From behind the ranks of soldiers, his voice thundered through the air, raw with fury and determination.

"ATTACK!!!"

The command echoed through the barracks, snapping the soldiers out of their hesitation.

With a collective roar, they surged forward, weapons raised. Their fear was overridden by the sheer weight of their numbers and the drive to obey orders, and they were intent on overwhelming the four intruders with sheer force.

Medea's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the oncoming tide of men. Her lips curled into a smile that was all teeth, a predatory grin that promised violence. "So be it," she murmured to herself before turning to Adrian and Lilith. "Let's show them the true meaning of wrath."

With a flick of her wrist, the dagger of dark energy reappeared in her hand, crackling with malevolent power. In one fluid motion, she hurled it toward the first line of soldiers, the blade slicing through the air with deadly precision.

It struck its target in the chest, the impact sending him reeling back into his comrades. The energy from the dagger exploded on contact, sending out a shockwave that knocked several soldiers off their feet.

But Medea didn't stop there.

She moved like nature itself. As she jumped into the fight, her body was a blur, and her sword shone as it cut through the air. She brutally brought it down on the nearest soldier, the blade biting deep into flesh and bone.

Blood sprayed across her face and chest, but Medea didn't flinch.

She spun on her heel, her sword arcing out in a wide, lethal sweep that caught five more soldiers across the neck, their heads toppling from their shoulders in a spray of crimson.

The remaining soldiers faltered, their charge stuttering as they witnessed the ferocity of her assault.

But the chief's voice rang out again, his roar full of desperation and fury. "Keep fighting, you cowards! Overwhelm them!"

Lilith, standing at Medea's side, let out a low, dangerous laugh.

"You heard the man," she said, her voice sweet with mockery. "Let's give them a fight to remember."

With that, she lunged forward, her sword flashing in the sunlight as she engaged the soldiers head-on. Her movements were fluid, almost graceful, as she weaved through the crowd of men, her blade finding its mark with each strike. Blood flowed freely, and the screams of the dying filled the air.

Adrian, encouraged by the arrival of his allies, fought with renewed vigour. His fiery chains lashed out, wrapping around the legs of a soldier who was attempting to flank him.

With a powerful tug, he yanked the man off his feet and into the path of an oncoming sword, the blade slicing through the soldier's chest and ending his life in an instant.

Adrian's sword flashed in the sunlight as he dodged a blow from another attacker, spinning to deliver a lethal strike to the man's side. The soldier crumpled to the ground, clutching at the gaping wound as his life ebbed away.

A soldier lunged at Medea, his spear aimed at her heart.

With no effort, she sidestepped the attack, grabbing the shaft of the spear and yanking it forward. The soldier stumbled, his momentum throwing him off balance, and Medea used the opening to drive her sword through his chest.

She twisted the blade with a vicious snarl, tearing it free with a spray of blood as the man crumpled to the ground.

Another soldier charged at her from behind, hoping to catch her off guard.

Medea didn't even turn—she simply thrust her hand backward, dark energy crackling around her fingers as a spear of shadow erupted from her palm, impaling the man through the throat.

His death was instant, his body falling limply to the ground as the dark energy dissipated.

"Pathetic," Medea spat, her voice dripping with contempt. Her eyes, blazing with fury, scanned the battlefield for her next target.

Lilith, on the other hand, fought wild and carelessly, almost like she was playing and having fun. Her body twisted and turned as she dodged blows and hit back with deadly accuracy.

Her sword cut through the air with a soft, seductive glow that made it sound like it was humming with pleasure.

A group of soldiers attempted to surround her, their swords raised in a coordinated attack. Lilith let out a low, sultry laugh, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come on, boys," she purred. "Let's dance."

She leapt into the air, her movements impossibly fast and fluid, landing in the midst of the soldiers with a fierce whirlwind. Her sword slashed through their ranks, severing limbs and spilling blood as she twirled and spun, her laughter ringing out like a twisted melody.

One soldier, braver than the rest, managed to land a blow, his sword cutting across Lilith's side. She hissed in pain, but the sensation only seemed to fuel her further.

Lilith snapped her up to look at him, his face was contorted in a mix of fear and determination, as though he knew he wouldn't survive the encounter but was resigned to his fate.

Lilith's lips curled into a dangerous, predatory grin as she brought her full attention to him.

"Oh, you really shouldn't have done that," she whispered in an amused, yet, venomous voice.

Before the man could react, Lilith disarmed him with a swift flick of her wrist, sending his sword clattering to the ground.

Her hand shot out, wrapping around his throat with a surprising force. His breath caught, eyes bulging as her grip tightened, cutting off his air supply.

Lilith's eyes glowed with an eerie light, her power radiating through the air as she leaned in closer. "From now on," she murmured in a sensual voice, her words sinking deep into the man's mind like an insidious spell, "you live for just one purpose… to serve me. Protect me with your life, and you might just keep it."

The soldier's eyes, wide with terror, flickered with a strange light. Confusion warred with fear in his expression, but as Lilith's power took hold, the fear slowly morphed into something else—determination.

His body went rigid as the compulsion sank deeper into his mind, overriding any will he had left.

Lilith smiled darkly as she felt his submission, the man's resistance crumbling away like ash in the wind. With a slow, deliberate motion, she released her grip on his throat, stepping back to observe the transformation.

The soldier stumbled slightly, gasping for breath as he clutched his throat, but his gaze never left Lilith's. Where once there had been fear, now there was only an unshakeable resolve.

His hand reached for the sword on the ground, his fingers curling around the hilt as he straightened, positioning himself defensively in front of her.

"Now," Lilith said softly and authoritatively. "Show me your loyalty."

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