Meanwhile.
Ellyn stumbled slightly, her boots sliding across the scorched ground.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly—panting hard.
The air was thick with heat and ash. The scent of burning dirt clung to her throat like smoke. Her once-pristine royal attire was torn in places, soaked in sweat, dust, and blood that wasn't hers.
Around her, scorched and frozen monster corpses littered the battlefield—lizard-like creatures with fire-coated claws, and beasts twisted by the intense heat of the region. Dozens of them.
And yet...
More were coming.
A fresh wave could be seen through the hazy horizon—red eyes glinting through the shimmering heat.
She grit her teeth.
Even with Absolute Eye, her detection and evasion were starting to slip.
Her mana control and casting speed let her launch spell after spell with minimal delay—but each one chipped away at her core reserves.
Her breath hitched. She could feel the sweat stinging her eyes.
"Syaria..." she whispered, staggering slightly.
