"How are you feeling, now, Lune? Do your eyes hurt a little?" Altalune is examining his eyes while Lune is sitting beside her.
"I'm fine. How about you. Altalune? How is your fist? Did it bleed?" he holds her hands and looks for bruises, scars, or wounds, but he hasn't seen one. "You're a one of a kind, Altalune. You are indeed special."
"I don't understand what you mean, special, Lune?" her eyes speak of her innocence.
Amaris heard her response and walk towards them. "It means you have such great skill, Altalune."
"I see. Thank you, but I don't think it suits me well. I don't even know why I have that kind of strength earlier to break the barrier."
"That's because you're special," she just repeated what Lune has said to her. "Are you both ready for the next challenge?"
Lune stood a
