'What is he…?'
Perched atop the cliff face, Ingrid's eyes trembled at the sheer insanity of what she had just witnessed.
A mere seventeen-year-old defeating a seasoned mark seven, wielding a dangerous rune art no less.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have never believed it. Such a thing should be impossible.
Ingrid's fingers curled into tight fists. At this point, she no longer knew what to believe. Was her brother hiding his strength? Had it all been a calculated act? Or had he truly been held back, only now advancing at an absurd pace?
She couldn't make sense of any of it, and the uncertainty gnawed at her. At the rate he was improving, it was only a matter of time before he drew the attention of the heads of the high houses.
When that happened… even she couldn't predict how they would react.
Her expression darkened. Yet, as her gaze settled on the unharmed Zephyrion below, the weight that had been pressing heavily against her chest for days now, eased.
