Chapter 125 : Mythical Skills (1)
Queen Lamia's form slowly dissolved into countless motes of light, fading like dust carried away by a silent breeze. The glow drifted through the endless white plane until nothing of her remained — not even her voice.
Axton stood there quietly for a moment, staring at the spot where she had been. Her final words still echoed faintly in his mind.
He had many questions he wanted to ask her — about this place, about the power she'd granted him, and even about what she meant by the Holy Light and the Warrior of Fate. But she was gone now, leaving behind only the faint warmth of her presence and two brilliant items that hovered gently before him.
"...So these are the gifts, huh?" he murmured, his tone a mix of awe and curiosity.
