The rainbow ring dimmed, and the stifling heat was replaced by the dry coldness of the death world. Soon, the two youths gathered with tired expressions, then fist-bumped each other, breaking into a smile. It was a beautiful combination of techniques they had planned.
All the disciples forgot to breathe. Soon, the first sound came from the elven woman, who sighed heavily. The other disciples woke up and felt their blood boiling; the three leaders were so powerful that it was unbelievable.
As for the elder... he couldn't think straight; he was in shock.
Cough, cough.
"Lord, nature calls me. I don't want to soil the ground in front of everyone..." Corin's voice sounded near the elder, waking him up. "The mission is already over, right? Let's go quickly."
All the disciples pursed their lips; this young elf... they interrupted their thoughts as they observed Corin's colorful hair and his completely inconceivable aura.
