After that day, Arthania began to change again.
Slowly, the stubborn girl began to fade away, making room for a new Arthania.
Weeks passed and turned into months, then years.
And here she was, inside the maze and on the battlefield, moving swiftly with her spear thrusting forward, only to pierce the head of a monster the size of a human.
Blood splattered through the air while Arthania pulled back her spear, leaving the monster's body to crash to the ground.
She turned her head, looking around to see many people, some leaning on their weapons and gasping for breath, others clutching their wounds with painful grimaces on their exhausted faces.
"This wave is finally over, Lady Arthania," a man's voice sounded beside her.
She gave him a calm look as she asked the most important thing. "Were there any casualties?"
The man smiled widely despite his tired expression. "No... no one died this time."
