Hill focused intently on the giant screen… completely absorbed, his head remained motionless.
Not sure whether those two goddesses were a bit interested in the hunting, or perhaps the topic of sisters was unappealing to them, Shaer clearly showed no interest in dealing with it, and they did not speak any further.
The constantly swaying oak trees on the giant screen showed the intensity of the battle… Clearly, the prey they were chasing had already appeared, and the Undead Tribe was trapped in frantic combat.
The reality that all the little fairies were out of the game only fueled their reckless fighting, with big moves being unleashed one after another.
However, Hill could also see from their battle the sorrow of the little fairies… as their bodies shrank, so did the range of their spells.
Their power even seemed to have diminished considerably.
Yet their level clearly remained the same.
