Boom!
At another edge of the Misty Lands, a deafening shockwave erupted, spreading for hundreds of meters.
Wherever it passed, even the mist parted slightly beneath the massive force behind the attack.
At the center of it all stood a golden-haired young woman, a massive hammer resting on her shoulders as she stared at her hands in wonder.
"Amazing," Aelira muttered as her face lit up with excitement.
If it had been before, the force she had just unleashed would have been more than enough to deplete her energy reserves multiple times over.
But now she felt better than ever. Unlike Lyra and Tara at the beginning, she seemed to be doing exceptionally well, as not a single injury or trace of fatigue could be seen on her body.
If anything, she felt stronger than ever.
With every Ghost Wraith she killed, a trickle of energy flowed back into her, replenishing her reserves and boosting her combat prowess ever so slightly.
