Emily POV
Emily kept staring at the portal long after the Florathi had disappeared.
The distorted space slowly stabilized while the leftover mana fluctuations faded from the surroundings. The battlefield was still a mess. Cracked crouched, scorched air, and patches of undead mana covered the area, yet Emily barely noticed any of it.
Her eyes remained fixed on the empty space where Zahard had vanished.
Only she knew what was going through her mind at that moment.
The image of Alice almost dying continued replaying in her head again and again. The spear piercing through Alice's body. The blood. The brief moment where Emily genuinely thought Alice had died before she activated her skill.
Even now, her chest still felt tight thinking about it.
A wave of illusionary mana spread quietly across the battlefield.
Emily looked up.
