Ellia's attractive figure was draped by the icy-blue robe of the Mystic Ice Sect. Her white hair gently swayed as she flew towards the battle stage and arrived along with her two other opponents at their positions.
Davis matched his gaze with Ellia's clear eyes with emotions dwelling in his eyes. The time he spent with her in the past, teasing and laughing, came to his mind, making him understand how he treasured her before he lost her. As he immersed in those sweet reflections of the past through her eyes, he was awoken out of his reverie when he saw her raise her hand towards him again.
However, her hand turned into a fist before she suddenly gestured a thumbs down, indicating that he would be defeated.
Instantly, he knew that it was Myria.
