With a flick of her wrists, mana boiled with the heat of the property of fire. Her fists burnt with determination, emanating flames that could burn the courtyard of Heaven. Her gaze remained on her foe.
"It's been a while, Greg," Luc spoke lightheartedly, her tone gentle. Her words and demeanor contradicted the terrifying power oozing from her body at that moment. More importantly, it was as if Gregory was unperturbed by Luc's power.
"Truly," replied Greg, lowering his sword. "The last time we met was when we both snuck out of our villages, correct?"
Luc nodded fervently, as if excited that Greg remembered. The two were former lovers, and in their youth, snuck out at night to meet each other. It was truly a pity that they were meeting on a battlefield, on opposing terms.
