The Hero Who Arrived at the Edge of Despair
On the other hand, Eon and Brinda were smiling from ear to ear as they felt such overwhelming pressure. They knew that this overpowering force could only belong to one person.
Victor.
The suffocating wave of mana that had brought the entire battlefield to a standstill was unlike anything they had ever experienced, yet to them it carried an unmistakable familiarity.
For everyone else, it was a terrifying omen.
For the two of them...
It was salvation.
Brinda leaned against the ruined battlements, breathing heavily as the last traces of mana within her body flickered weakly. Her purple robes were stained with dust and blood, and even lifting her staff had become difficult. Yet the moment that overwhelming aura spread across Fantom City, a genuine smile bloomed on her exhausted face.
"He came..."
Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.
"I knew he would."
