Nyssa felt it before she fully processed it the shift in the air, the quiet absence where overwhelming presences had just been moments ago. One by one, the auras of the Great Saints disappeared from around the chamber, not suppressed, not hidden, but simply… gone, as if they had already moved far beyond the capital in the blink of an eye. Her gaze sharpened immediately, snapping back to Razeal's retreating figure.
"You're going to leave ten Great Saints in the capital?" she asked, her voice no longer composed in the same way as before, but edged with genuine disbelief. "Your strongest strength… and you're heading to the battlefield like this?" Her brows drew together, confusion and calculation mixing in her expression as she took an involuntary step forward. "What exactly are you planning to fight with then?"
