In the next second, Arthur found himself inside the same training hall he was in before.
He sighed in relief.
"Thank god we're outside. I myself hated that place inside that ring," he said.
Suddenly, a voice came beside him, yelling.
"What the hell did you do? What did you do to my clothes?!"
Arthur looked beside him.
A red-haired beauty was trying to cover herself with her hands.
The clothes she was wearing before were sliding off her body, way too big for her now.
Elizabeth looked toward her body in shock.
It looked like she had been turned into a teenager—the same age as Arthur.
Despite the transformation, she still looked ravishing.
Her crimson hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, framing her delicate face. Her red eyes burned with fury, but even in her anger, her beauty was undeniable—her skin flawless, her features sharp yet elegant.
She tried to gather her power.
Nothing.
She couldn't feel her full strength.
She glared at Arthur, her voice rising.
