Even after losing both his arms and with a sword pointed straight at his face, the assassin wasn't flinching, nor could she see even a shred of fear on his face as his sharp gaze met Adrian's.
Still, a sense of belated exhaustion washed over her as she sighed in relief.
'We… survived…'
The battle was won, and they would not be attacked by someone else since they had dealt with that servant.
With the rush of adrenaline gone, her legs began feeling wobbly. All her mana was nearly spent. What remained was also draining as she constantly released it to lessen the pressure.
The clearing where they had fought was completely wrecked. Several small craters had formed from the pressure of the absurd amount of mana Adrian was still releasing. The green grass was burnt black in several places, and some of the trees had even caught fire.
The sky above was still covered in thick, dark clouds, making the surroundings dim, as though moments away from nightfall.
