In contrast, after being wounded, Elaine had been completely cut off from all of her practitioner abilities and power. However, for some incomprehensible, mystical reason, Hadjar, who was running, wasn’t able to catch up to the calmly walking Princess. When she’d almost disappeared around the corner, Hadjar tried to call out to her again, but suddenly realized that he was standing on the edge of the lake. The one from which they’d emerged.
All this time, while he’d thought he was running through the ancient ruins, Hadjar had been standing still. He’d been as immobile as the stone statue of the beautiful dancer.
“General,” a distant, emotionless voice sounded. “Now it’s your turn.”
In the next instant, Hadjar realized that he was standing on a stone bridge. An old, crumbling, grass-cover
