"Your daughter is very strong, Lily," commented Gabriel as he observed Eleanor's lifeless body. Surprise reflected on his face, especially due to the young girl's final suicidal attack. Despite this, his eyes remained unwavering.
Lily's eyes, reddened by the increasing heat around her, fixated intensely on her younger daughter. Her fists clenched, and her eyes gleamed with pride. A broad smile formed on her lips. She was thrilled, feeling her blood boil at her daughter's display of determination. Around them, the dukes also felt the rising temperature, but it didn't bother them in the slightest.
Draven's red eyes, lost in deep thought, expressed his pride in his son's victory. However, he was surprised by Edward's last-millisecond reaction. The mini-sun created by Eleanor could have killed his son if he hadn't reacted in time, using the earth from the ground to shield himself and increase its thickness and durability. "What a powerful ability," he thought to himself.
