As Hina raced across the battlefield with incredible speed, her senses heightened to the chaos unfolding around her. The ground beneath her feet reverberated with the thunderous clashes of combat, while the air crackled with the energy of magic and steel.
With a swift command, she unleashed her arsenal of skills, the glow of her magic casting an ethereal aura around her. The activation of Regulos, her newfound weapon, filled her with a sense of power and purpose, its name resonating with a primal force.
Her body surged with enhanced strength as she activated her body enhancement skill, muscles flexing beneath the invisible shield of her meteor shield. With telekinetic precision, she manipulated her movements, darting and weaving through the battlefield with unparalleled agility.
As she closed in on her target, her mind focused solely on the task at hand. With a flick of her wrist, she conjured magic bullets, each one a deadly projectile aimed at her enemy. The impact was swift and brutal, the infected orc disintegrating into a mass of mangled flesh under the onslaught of her attack.
The remaining foe stood oblivious to her approach, its movements sluggish in comparison to her lightning-fast speed. With a graceful arc of her blade, she sliced through the air, her strike so swift that it seemed to defy the laws of physics. The orc fell in a silent heap, its demise unnoticed by the onlookers.
As she retreated from the battlefield, her heart pounded with adrenaline, her senses tingling with the thrill of victory. The hero's party and the knights watched in awe, their minds struggling to comprehend the swift and decisive manner in which the enemy had been vanquished.
With a satisfied smile, Hina returned to the hill, her movements fluid and graceful as she savored the taste of triumph. In that moment, she knew that her power was growing with each passing day, her abilities evolving to match the challenges that lay ahead.
As Hina retreated to the safety of the hill, the hero's party and the knights were left bewildered and scratching their heads in confusion. They exchanged perplexed glances, their minds struggling to comprehend the swift and mysterious turn of events that had unfolded before them.
Their eyes scanned the battlefield, searching for any trace of the enemy or the aftermath of the battle, but all they found was a scene of utter desolation. The bodies of the infected orcs lay scattered across the ground, their forms twisted and broken, a testament to the ferocity of the battle that had taken place.
But amidst the carnage, there was no sign of Hina or the heroic feats she had performed. It was as if she had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a lingering sense of awe and disbelief in her wake.
The knights muttered amongst themselves, their voices filled with uncertainty and doubt. How had the enemy been defeated so swiftly and decisively? And where had Hina disappeared to in the midst of the chaos?
The hero's party exchanged puzzled looks, their expressions a mix of admiration and bewilderment. They had witnessed Hina's incredible speed and skill in battle before, but never had they seen her dispatch foes with such effortless grace and precision.
As they pondered the mystery of Hina's disappearance, a sense of unease settled over the group. They knew that their companion possessed extraordinary abilities, but the true extent of her power remained shrouded in mystery.
And so, with more questions than answers, the hero's party and the knights could only watch in silent wonder as they awaited Hina's return, their minds buzzing with speculation and curiosity.
Gild, as the leader of the knight army, raised his voice to address the gathered warriors, his tone filled with a mixture of pride and bewilderment. "Let's celebrate to commemorate our bravery in purging the enemy," he declared, his words tinged with a sense of disbelief at the sudden turn of events. "I don't know what just happened, but at least we've emerged victorious."
The knights responded with cheers and shouts of triumph, their spirits lifted by the taste of victory. "Hora! Let's celebrate for our victory!" they exclaimed, their voices ringing out in jubilation.
Meanwhile, Benimaru stood amidst the celebration, his thoughts consumed by the memory of Hina's astonishing display of speed and skill. "How on earth can Hina move that fast?" he mused to himself, his gaze lingering on the spot where she had vanished from his sight. "I followed her movements for a bit, but suddenly I couldn't keep up anymore. It was as if she was moving at the speed of a god."
Before he could dwell further on his thoughts, Kanade's interruption brought him back to the present. "Hey, hero, don't just stand there," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "Let's celebrate! Remember, if we win, you'll buy me a new weapon."
Flicker, seizing the opportunity, reached out and took Benimaru's hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And you promised me too," she reminded him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "You said you'd take me on a date if we defeated the enemy."
Benimaru felt a blush creep up his cheeks at Flicker's words, but he couldn't help but laugh at her boldness. "Of course," he replied, his voice tinged with embarrassment and amusement. "I did promise, didn't I?"
As the celebration continued around him, Benimaru found himself unable to shake the lingering sense of wonder and curiosity that Hina's actions had stirred within him. He knew that he would never forget the sight of her vanishing into thin air, leaving behind only a trail of questions and a newfound sense of admiration for her remarkable abilities.
*To be continue *