It had to be said, girls were truly made of water. Even Lyra, who normally wore sturdy armor and wrapped her delicate body in sacred iron, couldn't help but have her tear ducts burst open at hearing Astrid say, "It's okay to cry tonight."
She wasn't nearly as strong as she appeared to the public, a wise and calm frontline commander. Quite the opposite, when it comes to life and death, Lyra harbors the same fear as any ordinary person.
In the past, before Arcanist mages joined the battlefield, Magnus were the top-tier forces capable of deciding the outcome of wars. Although Lyra fought on the front lines alongside most soldiers, the pressure and danger she faced were actually far less than theirs.
Ordinary soldiers feared being struck down by arrows from nowhere, dreaded sudden waves of fire melting their barriers and burning them to ash, and worried about massive boulders launched from afar crushing them beneath city walls.
