Zenith fell into deep focus, preparing herself to block whatever attack this father of hers threw at them.
She didn't know how powerful he was at full strength, since she had never seen him in such a state, but that attack from before was all she needed to know that even with all her precautions, she had still underestimated what it meant to be a true Saint-class mage.
She was nowhere near his level. As strong as she had gotten in so little time, it was still not enough.
She was not very hopeful about her chances against him, but if it was just a matter of stalling him long enough for Elion to lay claim to the stone and use it against him, then she would gladly lay down her life.
But she didn't want to die here if she could help it.
She wanted to see things through. She wanted to watch Elion make it to the end. And she wanted to leave this place and be with him for the rest of her life.
"Haaaaa!"
