Ayla felt her arm weigh a ton the moment she let it fall on her side. The deep wound had stop bleeding by now, but the wounded skin felt uncomfortable under the stinging cold air.
Her eyes tend to squint unknowingly whenever she want to concentrate. “They seem to be a lot coming here.” Her voice was small compared to the wind that carried her words.
However, it just so happen that wielders have heightened five senses.
Fortunately, Miroh must have done enough preparations because he was taking this normally terrifying remark better compared to earlier.
That huge explosion had thrown Miroh off for quick second before he regained his momentum by taking deep even breathes.
His mindset isn’t the only thing that improved. His tyrfing had eased up with its restrictive weight gradually and be
