The person who was probably the most shaken by Elion's display of strength was none other than William himself, and to say he was sweating buckets right now would be an understatement of the century.
His entire back had soaked through his clothes, his palms were clammy, his breathing was uneven as his eyes remained glued to the screen, replaying that final strike over and over again in his mind as if he was trying to convince himself that what he had just seen was not real.
But no matter how many times he thought about it, the conclusion remained the same.
'How am I supposed to fight that monster…'
That single thought echoed endlessly in his head, growing heavier each time it repeated, crushing whatever little confidence he had left, because there was no denying it anymore, not after seeing that fight.
It was obvious to him that the woman Elion had fought was not weak; she could decimate William without using even half of the strength she had used right now.
