Even after such a brutal display, a large bead of sweat rolled down Eídal's cheek as he remained perched on the rock.
The difference between them was truly like the difference between heaven and earth.
During his childhood, he had met talented people, but none of them could have held their own against the heroine. Not even his tutor, Albert.
And on top of that, another problem made his already precarious situation even worse...
"Nothing... I couldn't see... anything."
He cursed inwardly.
Of the entire spectacle that had unfolded before him, his mortal eyes hadn't been able to catch a single movement.
"This wasn't supposed to happen."
By the time the smoke and dust had cleared, Luba had already claimed victory.
The Fallen, meanwhile, had been reduced to little more than decorations scattered across the battlefield.
Even Eídal had to admit, wholeheartedly, that Luba was a genuine monster.
Elegant and powerful, that girl was worthy of becoming the stuff of legend.
