As the swirling dust and smoke slowly settled, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, as if someone had pressed pause.
Atop the cliff, Avril gazed down at the tall, straight figure standing with a sword in hand, a complex light swirling in her emerald eyes.
"How is this possible..."
She murmured softly, her long fingers unconsciously tightening on her bowstring.
'His power is growing at an unbelievable rate,' she thought. 'And he did it without... without even using that powerful Flame Spell. Just pure physical strength...'
As the image of Roland's invincible figure on the battlefield flashed through her mind, the Elf Maiden's throat tightened. She unconsciously extended the pink tip of her tongue to wet her slightly dry lips.
'The Goddess of Death certainly has a unique eye for talent, but...'
Her gaze fell below.
The young man, who had just emerged from a bloody battle, could still offer Teresa a warm smile.
