The audience was silent.
Then the black cat suddenly leapt to its feet, hopping wildly as it shouted, "I declare myself her disciple!"
Beside it, the blood elf still looked dazed. "That's... it? She already won?"
The cat jabbed Lightchaser with a paw. "Rita's mentor, hey—wake up!"
Lightchaser didn't bother scolding it. The tension drained from her shoulders, and a small, quiet smile crossed her lips. "Well done," she said softly.
The blood elf blinked. "So what kind of skill was that? It's too strong—she just killed instantly."
Lightchaser shook her head. "I don't know. But sometimes the drinks she brews lead to special skills. And this time, her ingredients were... extraordinary."
The cat tilted its head. "But doesn't that mean she can't fly anymore? What'll she do in air battles?"
Lightchaser glanced at her student's peaceful expression, a faint curve tugging at her mouth. "If she believes it was worth it, then it was."
