"Just how did she grow so fast in just months since her last appearance?" The question hung in the air, a mixture of wonder and confusion evident in the speaker's tone.
The crowds of Mages couldn't stop gushing. The elegance of Lady Lyra, the cool poise she maintained throughout the ordeal, she was an inspiration to all these aspiring Mages.
The achievements of the Shadow Noble and Royal Tress had already left their minds, overshadowed by Lyra's incredible display of magical prowess.
Lyra faintly smiled as she sauntered back over to Gladius and Arianna. Her walk was unhurried, almost casual, as if what she had just accomplished was nothing out of the ordinary.
She only flickered a brief glance at Shadow Noble and Royal Tress, both of whom watched her with grave expressions.
The Shadow Noble's lips twisted, a mix of disbelief and frustration evident on his face. He began to utter, his voice strained, "You... just how? How did you—"
