Leila's eyes widened once she saw the town burning from a distance. Her fist clenched as she realized they, no, she had been late again. Late to save these people from their terrible fate.

"I have to go," she said to the rest of the group before following Feon to the town. She summoned her trusty sword, charging towards the orcs that were surrounding the town guard. Without any kind of hesitation, she killed them all in one single continuous strike, cutting them in half using her enhanced speed and strength. The holy property of her sword certainly helped since they were undead.

"Are you alright?" she asked the man, who was still clearly shaking in his boots.

"T-the Tyrant... t-the Tyrant's here! R-run! W-we must run! W-we're no match for him!" His pupils dilated as he became overwhelmed with fear. His whole body was trembling. Clearly, he was in no state to fight.

Leila however, only caught his words. [i]Sven, Sven is here?[/i], she though to herself. She had to meet him. She had to.

And so she rushed in towards the centre of the town. And sure enough, there was him, The Hero, The Tyrant himself in the flesh.

"Sven!" she called out to him. "Is that... is that really you?" she asked him, her voice full of disbelief. Gone were the quiet kindness of him. Now she could only see his sadistic smile that was plastered to his face.