The sounds of the fight are deafening: a continuous crack as powerful blows collide, instantly generating sharp, spiraling whirlwinds. The shockwaves are merciless, making the ground beneath them shudders, the force carving deep fissures into the floor and sending debris raining from the walls, and their fight seems to drag on forever.
Athena leans forward, her whole body shows how proud she is. "Sari sure became a lot stronger, huh," She's grinning, but her hands are tense.
A voice cuts through the noise. "I'm back."
Clydelle steps through the ruined doorway, the first to return, her gaze already locked onto the battlefield.
She had just returned from the care of the Class S Healer Mages, who had rushed in to mend their most critical injuries, especially Tyler's severe internal bleeding.
As Clydelle scanned the fight, she asked, her voice tight with concern, "How's Sari holding up?"
