A serene humming filled the dark cavern, illuminated by two small campfires near the central pillars.
The crackle of fire and sizzle of meat filled the entire cave with a delicious scent of warm, cooking pork while the clash of blades as if dancing accompanied the sound.
Blacklight collided with a silver flash.
The masculine grunt of the swordsman contrasted with the lovely feminine gasps of the agile spear wielder.
"Haa!"
"Nn!"
Sigurd's body wore only a light lower garment, his body oozing with sweat because of the intensity of his movements performing the half-elf body strengthening technique.
He could feel the magic inside him clashing and dispersing violently through his muscles, flesh, skin, and bones.
This felt different from the temporary feeling of enhancing them in combat.
"Argh!"
