Selphira had penetrated the complete depth of the rectangular defensive formation supposed to stop her or at least delay her sufficiently to make her spend all her mana.
But she'd done it in record time, communicating that the individual power of an exceptional tamer could overcome almost any numerical advantage when the caliber disparity was sufficiently large.
Three thousand soldiers. Some elite rebel forces that had a long time to have prepared positions while she fought mutants and they also had home ground advantage.
Yet she'd carved through them like they were a training exercise rather than serious military opposition.
But the cost had also been real even if the result looked easy.
She was panting slightly. Breathing accelerated, showing her effort that the fast approach had required.
