The storm at the mountain peak gradually subsided.
As time resumed its flow, the girls slowly regained their mobility.
Yet, none of them moved.
Sigrdrifa, closest to the Bronze Dragon, had already fallen to her knees in the snow, the North Wind Axe discarded to one side.
After a while, she suddenly slammed her fist into the ground with great force.
Snow splattered in all directions.
Eleanor dissolved the long spear formed by her will, silently looking upwards, her blue eyes fixed on the wormhole in the sky that had already closed.
Farewell, Squad Leader.
And... make sure to return.
She looked at the sky above, murmuring silently, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Then, a heavy punch landed on her face.
Sigrdrifa knocked Eleanor to the ground, swiftly mounting her, and rained down punches fiercely. Eleanor merely covered her face with her arms, allowing Sigrdrifa to hit her without saying a single word.
