"Fireworks?"
Enola listened to Shiayar's words and couldn't help but be slightly startled.
"Yes."
Shiayar extended his finger, tracing a few strokes in the void.
Clearly, there was nothing on his finger at the moment.
However, azure lines were drawn in the void.
Then, they materialized into an incredibly clear magic model.
"Ennie, do you remember the techniques I once told you about when we were little? How Ceylon's snowy plains hunters hunt reindeer herds?"
While drawing in mid-air, Shiayar spoke softly.
"Of course."
Enola gently nodded.
Although it was a matter from many years ago.
Yet every moment spent with Shiayar, every ordinary daily fragment, every plain or extraordinary memory, Enola remembered vividly.
Indeed, memories fade with time, but legends remain legends because they can freeze those fickle things into eternity.
When Enola unbound the Sacred Spear and officially ascended to legend, beginning to consolidate her unique spiritual ocean.
