Margaret was fine; as the team leader, she possessed the most steadfast will in the entire squad. After barely enduring the judgment of the [Fear Skill], facing the yellow-green poison fog that followed, there was not the slightest hint of retreat in her eyes.
She even took a few more steps forward, shielding her teammates behind her and proactively confronting it.
Her legs were slightly apart, and her feet were firmly planted on the ground.
Although her long and powerful limbs were merely standing still, the entire body gave the impression of crashing heavily onto the ground!
The clothes on her thighs, waist, abdomen, and arms were pushed up high by the muscles underneath.
Her jaws were clenched tightly, and a resolute color was evident on her spirited face.
Whiz buzz—
The longsword danced, and the silvery-white sword light flashed faster and faster, almost forming a continuous sheet in front of her.
