Her figure was grace itself, her long blond hair, almost white, dancing behind her. Swords made her bleed, but the wounds disappeared as if fearing to taint her body.
Thousands of soldiers, thousands of monsters, and they couldn't take her down. She was called the Immortal Saint because of her divine skill, regeneration.
Nikolai stared at her back as she sat on the ground. Her body was shaking, and it was hard to say that she could activate her innate skill in such a short time.
"You are having difficulties with using your skill because your mastery is lacking," Nikolai explained. "You must be a novice, or even below that. I need you to use your skills believing that it would heal his body."
BOOM!
An explosion occurred in the sky, and it shook the world. The princess flinched and tried to look upward, but Nikolai grabbed her head and directed it toward the corpse.
