Yet even as she straightened up, her mind continued to turn silently over the question of what kind of person Benjamin truly had to be.
How could one man reduce three such formidable women to this level of utter misery?
The former Superior Spirit of Storm, the former Superior Spirit of Darkness, and the globally renowned strongest mage of this generation—all of them there with downcast eyes and heavy hearts because of him.
"I'm back!"
Benjamin's voice rang out cheerfully as he reappeared through the tall doorway, stepping into the extravagant hall with confident strides.
He now wore a simple yet well-fitted traveling outfit that suited the fantasy world around him.
A light brown linen shirt with loose sleeves tucked neatly into a darker, sleeveless jerkin made of sturdy, weathered leather that hugged his torso comfortably, providing both mobility and subtle protection.
