Dilan, having just risen onto the balls of his feet, froze mid-air at Alina’s call. His face darkened. He was caught in an awkward predicament, unable to advance or retreat. *Alina, Alina*, he thought, *are you genuinely clueless about the situation, or are you just pretending?* He felt the urge to curse, questioning why she'd call him at that very moment. Gilla already knew he'd set the trap; staying there was like waiting to be slaughtered. Yet, he couldn't lash out. Gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, Dilan forced himself to endure. Alina was just a young girl, after all. He, a towering… well, not nine feet – that was Guan Yu, the great general. He, a respectable seven-foot man, couldn't hold a grudge against a young woman.
“Well, uh, remember when we came back, we caught
