'Sir Ralyks… it's all because of you that I'm alive right now…'
Belle's thoughts were lost in the storm that was her rage and grief. As she stared down the person she desired to kill, most of her thoughts were stifled by noise.
'If not for the ring you bestowed to me… I would probably be dead right now.'
Her '[Enchanted Ring Of The Caster]' was something special, after all. Not only did it boost the Magic Power of the target by an unfathomable degree, but it also doubled the attack potency of any Spell used.
Thanks to these attributes, Belle was able to keep using high-level Magic and not run out of Mana like she would have otherwise.
'Thank you, Sir Ralyks…' As her thoughts trailed, she raised her hand and pointed it in the direction of her foe.
There was no real need to point her hand towards him, as her Spells would follow her command regardless, but Belle felt her body moving on its own.
