South Section
Mahira floated in the air, gripping the pot artifact tightly as it gushed out water. After a few intense seconds, the flow ceased.
"Haaa... that should handle the undead monsters," she muttered, her breath coming out in a tired sigh. The artifact had drained more mana than she expected.
She gazed ahead, a smile forming as she watched the tidal surge rush toward the forest, smashing the undead in its path and reducing them to mere bones. "This artifact really is incredible. It never fails."
But her moment of triumph was short-lived.
"Idiot... you just outed yourself. That white-haired girl heard you... She sent you a cold glare and I will tell you this now, you won't be getting out of this event unscathed."
The Empress's voice was dry and scornful, cutting through Mahira's positive mood.
