"Before you go to fight him, fight me first. I'll defeat you. And after that, don't ever bring this up again."
Another bombshell dropped, making the tension even harder to stand. It felt like the atmosphere itself had turned heavy, pressing down on everyone's chest.
"Stop, Elysia. You have just healed. You can't possibly fight." Grace hurriedly stepped forward, holding her shoulder firmly, her voice filled with panic and concern.
"Yes, you should not act recklessly. Don't make hasty decisions." Lyra also spoke from behind, nudging her gently, trying to pull her back from doing something irreversible.
But Elysia's face was dead serious. Her expression didn't even flinch. Before she could reply to them, Ray, who had already stopped after hearing her words, slowly turned back and looked at her. His face was stiff, but the anger beneath was clearly visible.
