At the rear command post of the Wilderness People.
The form-fitting Silver Armor perfectly showcased Eliya's graceful figure. This Armor, made from a special material, offered excellent defense but was extremely light.
Her chest heaved. She was absolutely furious.
Just as they were about to annihilate the small human squad, that powerful human had appeared out of nowhere again.
What she found most unacceptable was that the Zor Priest, who had just been captured that morning, had surrendered by nightfall. The priest was now turning her Magic against her own people.
How was this any different from a public slap in the face?
Eliya knew the nature of these wretches, but she still hadn't expected them to surrender so quickly.
Especially that human in Iron Armor. He was terrifyingly strong, even stirring a hint of fear in her heart—the fear of a situation spiraling out of her control.
