Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1103

Isaac didn't bother to count the enemy's numbers.

"How many of you are there?" he asked.

"It's just me and Iris. She's over there." Claire pointed across the road to a patch of dense trees where a figure was slowly making her way toward the convoy.

"We're dead meat," Isaac muttered, his face darkening. "You two and me—three against over a hundred, plus the suicide soldiers."

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly after he descended the mountain?

His handsome face furrowed in concentration as he quickly ran through possible plans in his mind. Okay, the chances of success were zero—but he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

Violet had already been dragged into the tent. She seemed drugged, her body limp, and the only sign of resistance she had left was the curse she muttered earlier. After that, she had gone completely silent.

The men moved out of the tent, and Yuvan entered.

Isaac felt his blood rush to his head.

Earlier, he had figured there was no chance of success and had stopped Claire from acting. But now, he rushed out without a word.

He didn't have a plan, but he couldn't just watch Violet be violated. She was a woman of great pride—no man could impress her, not even the finest. If Yuvan, this vile scoundrel, sullied her, she wouldn't just cause chaos—she would probably wish she were dead.

Isaac shot forward, with Claire and Iris following behind. The three of them landed outside the tent, only to be met by dozens of drawn swords and knives.

Isaac quickly drew his sacred firearm and used a flute to parry the attacks, spinning around as the clattering sounds rang out, briefly shielding Claire and Iris.

But before the two women could push through the tent's entrance, whips lashed out, wrapping around their bodies and throwing them back.

Inside the tent, Violet was barely conscious. She sensed someone moving toward her, his breath hot and rancid, making her stomach churn. But his closeness also sparked a fire inside her, making her body burn uncomfortably.

It was too hot. She instinctively wanted to clutch something cold, but the place was stuffy and only made it hotter.

"Vivi, it's me."