Elena adjusted her hair as she stood on the snowy shore of Tideshear cove, she was wearing an oversized coat and it only made her look more beautiful.
The dungeon gate in front of her glowed with unstable mana, distorting the air around it.
The readings coming from the instruments were far higher than before. Though they guessed it was because of Lucius… by this time, everyone in this country perhaps the world was watching him.
She didn't even want to know what kind of fame he would have once he survived this.
'He's so much stronger,' she thought as she looked at the stream on her phone.
She could feel it.
Lucius had changed. 'Has he ranked up?'
She sighed, glancing down at her boots. Blood stained the snow beneath her. At her feet lay the corpse of a worker with his eyes wide open and a mouth frozen mid-scream.
He had looked at her too long.
Elena was a Mage General.
No one said a word.
