Stepping out from the aftermaths of the battle, Astrelya sat down by a boulder. There was a small smile on her face, happy but not quite satisfied yet.
Yet.
She placed her rusted sword to her left and tapped the pommel. The blade itself turned to ash, drifting off into the wind, leaving behind tiny motes of starlight that faded away.
Ria's made great improvements in the short time she's been trapped here.
In due time, her mastery of her new powers will make her a dangerous opponent for sure. But not quite there when it comes to her final euphoric battle.
Ria won't give her the focus and dedication.
Though… she had her methods.
For now, she'll stay patient.
Looking at her right shoulder, she couldn't help but chuckle.
In the aftermath of that battle, Ria had actually ripped through her barriers and tore off her right arm in its entirety!
The lingering lightning attacked her flesh, stopping regeneration and becoming an issue to most Lords.
