The communication channel was dead silent.
No one spoke; it seemed like people hadn't recovered from the shock of those two names suddenly dimming on the contact list.
Blood Wings was cautiously retreating, listening to the crunch of his uneven steps in the snow, mingling with the howling North Wind sweeping by his ears. The opponent's Elementalist suddenly stopped attacking, and Blood Wings felt his face flush slightly, but luckily no one had witnessed the previous scene.
He had lost to an Elementalist who could only cast first-circle spells—that left him feeling both ashamed and panic-stricken, an indescribable sensation. He had exerted his full strength, but he just couldn't catch up, the opponent always completed the spells a moment sooner than he could.
