The elven woman was truly shocked after seeing Max walk through her seven wind swords without suffering even the smallest injury, because although she had never believed those seven swords would be enough to defeat him, she had at least expected them to leave behind a few wounds, or at the very least force him to reveal some defensive technique beyond the black scales covering his body.
In her original thought, once her Death Wind concept entered his body through those wounds, she would be able to use the next few attacks to pressure him further, and perhaps she could even uncover a trace of the strength her prince wanted to see.
But only now did she realize how naive those thoughts had been. Her seven wind swords had not injured him. They had not slowed him down. They had not even made him raise his hand.
"You are strong," she said as she looked at Max, her eyes flashing with a sharp and solemn light. "But is this your true strength?"
