The golden feathered sword finally slid out of Ayumi's chest completely, leaving only a faint scar. Right after that, time resumed as normal. Ayumi staggered backward, quickly distancing herself from Fryon, gasping for breath that had been caught in her throat. In the distance, Elen opened her eyes, slowly surveying the scene around her.
But now, her face looked completely different—where it had once shone with energy, it now appeared drained, as if exhausted. Her steps faltered, and before she could say much, she whispered softly, "Ah... Brother Lein... I'm sorry..." Her voice was barely audible before she collapsed into unconsciousness.
Fryon grinned. "A golden opportunity…" he hissed, raising his feathered sword high, ready to strike down the defenseless Elen. His hand, gripping the sword, moved swiftly, poised to deliver a merciless blow.
