Space warped under the ruthless heat of the sun.
Yet, not a single soul in the arena complained, throats parched as their voices cruised through the air, coalescing into a giant vortex that sprawled out the streets of Crownspire.
The atmosphere was aflame.
In the middle of it all were two individuals — chests heaving up and down as lacerating gazes met.
Heloran could not believe what was happening.
This Moon Fairy should've been a middling B-ranker, at most! The A-ranker's brows furrowed as his heart and mind reeled from exhaustion, disbelief, and denial.
Had he been too lax?
No…certainly not. Perhaps inefficient, but not lax.
'Then how am I being suppressed?!'
Across from him, Elune's mind sheltered nothing except pure combat. The sheer difficulty of the battle, the what-ifs…all of them were cast to an apathetic abyss.
They would not help her win, and so they need not occupy space in her head.
This she picked up from Cody.
