"Clang!"
As the forceful gust exploded, lifting the hair of the two women, the entire room echoed with metallic sounds, as if a sword had scraped against something incredibly tough.
However, after that, the room gradually turned quiet, leaving only faint sounds of breathing.
Moli paused, her hand holding the longsword frozen in mid-air, as she looked towards Fisher, who was holding two women apart behind Elliog.
"Fisher..."
Elliog, held in his embrace, showed no other expression. She hadn't taken Moli's attack seriously but was a bit surprised by Fisher's ability to simultaneously escape a soul void and his own powers.
Aside from that, she only raised an eyebrow, leaning against Fisher's embrace, yawning while looking at Moli, with an expression of "really comfortable," an irritating look that made Moli want to swing her sword again, but Fisher held the tip firmly, preventing further action.
"You… calm down a bit first."
