"Ruinov, Don't be so stubborn. You know that she is out of our league, so we need to retreat," A serene voice tinged with panic sounded.
"Retreat? Run away just because our opponent is stronger than us?"
"Pyr, You want our organization to look bad," A deep voice, followed by a peal of laughter, echoed through the surroundings before an abrupt silence.
Saahira and Andrei stood together, bloodied and bruised, amidst the desolate expanse of the ice-covered jungle. A few meters away, a female figure draped in robes of regal purple and muted gray hovered in mid-air, her legs casually crossed as she gazed down upon them, defying gravity with apparent ease.
"No, we both know what she is capable of, and fighting against her will only end in our death, and after knowing all that and still engaging with her is idiotic," Saahira said, as her staff pulsed with life, manifesting white flames of renewal that engulfed both her and Andrei, closing their wounds.
