Elion, watching from a distance, was in awe as the battle unfolded before him. He couldn't help but admire Ariel's bravery. Despite her small, seemingly frail frame, she pressed forward without hesitation, standing her ground against the towering black dragon.
This was nothing like the mages he had seen!
Before today, he was the only mage he knew who fought in close combat, but he was not just a mage—he was also a warrior. Ariel's fighting style surprised him deeply.
[Hehe, you've never seen a Demigod mage in battle, kid. There's no such thing as a frail Demigod. You would be in awe if you saw me fight before I lost my body.]
Elion chuckled at Valen's words. "Of course, old man, you were the strongest, no doubt about that," he replied with a hint of irony.
[Kids these days… they have no respect for the older generation.]
Elion dismissed Valen's remark and focused his attention back on the battle ahead.
