Just moments later, the dust finally began to settle slowly, and the hearts of everyone present sped up a notch, their grips on their weapons tightening. The blond girl hastily moved her fingers in the air, pouring her mana into the runic symbol, which now shimmered faintly.
Eventually, the dust subsided, and the silhouette in the fog stepped out.
It was... Nox.
"Hahahaha, I'm starting to believe the commander is intentionally doing this dramatic entrance," Cole, the pyromancer, couldn't help but laugh quietly, and both Wendy and Rab nodded in agreement.
There was momentary silence all around; the only noise came from the humming of various skills that were activated. Just a few moments later, the silence was broken by someone.
"So he truly survived!"
It was the third sister of the Armstrong duchy. Her face was now purple with anger, but a moment later, her furious expression faltered as she suddenly felt her legs turn to jelly.
