Several days later
Black Fire Palace back garden
Bam!
Garen thrust out his first and pulled it back slowly, as though pulling something from mid-air, countless white mists appeared in the air, like white ropes, and madly gathered in his hand.
Like a huge white web.
Garen wore loose white clothes, closing his eyes to concentrate, and then he swung out his left hand as a fist again.
Bam!!
There was another dull sound in the air.
"Do you need me for something?" Ivycius was slowly walking out from the corridor on the right of the garden. Looking at Garen, doing his morning exercises in the garden.
"How’s the situation on Beckstone’s side?" Garen asked with his eyes closed, never stopping his movements for a moment.
Turning around, thrusting his fist, reaching out his palm, as the white mist around him roiled around, giving off a foggy, blurry feeling.
