As Theron observed the frost effect enveloping his weapons, his mind raced with thoughts and realizations. He couldn't help but acknowledge the significant shift in Diana's powers since their previous encounter with Lord Maersult.
'Her powers... they've grown,' Theron thought to himself, a mixture of surprise and admiration crossing his face. 'Diana's abilities have reached a level beyond an average Elite Sorcerer, and is in far contrast from what I witnessed when she faced Lord Maersult. She's truly become a formidable opponent."
A chuckle escaped Theron's lips, confidence emanating from his being. He tightened his grip on the Warhammer, the mana coursing through his veins amplifying his strength and speed. He realized that he couldn't underestimate Diana's newfound powers, but he was confident in his power too.
