"Nine Spirit Realm Knights, including a captain, watch closely."
As soon as these words fell, she moved.
Roland knew she was about to demonstrate real battle skills herself.
The essence of effortless mastery, Sofia's battle skills were exactly that.
She simply unsheathed her sword, struck, and returned it to its scabbard. The Spirit Realm Knight at the forefront didn't even have a wound, remaining frozen in place, devoid of life.
Nine unsheathings, nine kills.
Her sword-drawing movements were so perfect as if out of a textbook, or perhaps surpassing technique, nearing the limit of Cosmic Law.
In the moment she sheathed her sword, her beautiful silhouette was uniquely lonely.
Roland faintly understood her loneliness.
In this vast world, no one could understand her, nor stir her heart.
She might be that kind of eternally lonely misfortunate soul.
True solitary pride isn't in expression or gaze, but permeates every cell in the body.
