After an odd turn of events, the two groups were once again facing each other in the sky. This time, Albert's side looked far less imposing.
The elderly Saint and seven Sages were gone, leaving him beside the green-haired woman, whose missing lower half remained concealed beneath hastily arranged robes. She hovered with visible effort, her pallid face betraying the severity of her condition.
Albert regarded Elion with barely restrained fury. Elion, meanwhile, didn't appear to be looking at anything in particular.
"You've gone blind." Albert realized after giving Elion a long look. The constant pulses of mana he kept releasing, and the odd color of his eyes, had given him away.
Elion chuckled. "I have you to thank for that."
"How dare you act so familiar after killing so many of our best people!"
