In the dark night sky, the Violet Moon’s hazy light was like a light layer of gauze covering the earth. In the air above the volcano range, Elquin and Learmonth were wielding their weapons, facing each other. Below them, Linley’s group and the little golden kitten raised their heads to watch.
“Linley, who will win?” Delia said softly.
Linley’s head was raised as he looked at the two in mid-air. “Hard to say. I keep on having this feeling that Elquin seems to be slightly stronger. However, no matter what, Learmonth’s attack is truly astonishing.” Linley wasn’t blinking at all, for fear of missing any of it.
The little golden kitten, Phusro, just hovered there in mid-air, gently swaying its tail while raising its little head to watch.
