On the second day after Lei Xi'er left, Louis couldn't wait to set out.
He didn't tell anyone the reason, just brought Lambert, Sif, and two of his most trusted elite knights across the woodland at the edge of the Red Tide Territory, arriving at a deserted and uninhabited clearing.
The sky was clear, the cold wind blowing over the withered grass, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the flapping of crows' wings could be heard in the distance.
Louis was silent the whole way, his expression calm, yet his pace was much quicker than usual.
Only Sif, who knew him well, noticed the trace of undisguisable excitement in his eyes.
Like a child finally reaching their birthday, eager to unwrap the long-sealed gift.
"This is the place." He stopped in front of a bare rocky ground and spoke softly.
Then he raised his hand, flicked his sleeve.
"Fireball Technique!"
No lengthy chanting, no complicated gestures.
