As Uriel was busy doing his own work far away, at the very same time, on the continent of Auranel, the Hayes Estate was enjoying a completely different kind of battle.
A peaceful one.
The sea breeze drifted through the estate slowly, carrying that familiar salty smell from the ocean.
The air felt warm, but not enough to make anyone uncomfortable. Instead, it felt lazy and relaxing.
The kind of weather that made people want to lie down and forget responsibilities existed.
The huge garden behind the estate looked less like a noble garden and more like an oversized field someone occasionally remembered to cut.
Most of the flowers only existed near the edges while the middle remained wide and open like a training ground.
Today, however, the empty lawn had become the battlefield of heroes and villains.
Near the center of the field, little Rosel, currently calling herself the mighty God of Thunder, Thoratos, was charging forward with all the courage her tiny body could contain.
