Taking a moment to catch his breath, Solan looked toward the Other Shore, "Miss Red Hair, what should I do next?"
"How would I know? I'm not a politician."
The Other Shore shrugged, "If my friend Ave were here, maybe she could tell you something."
Besides, their "mission" was already complete, and now it was all their own vacation time.
The Other Shore gazed at the morning sunrise and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
A gentle breeze brushed her face, and now she only knew one thing.
Her stomach was hungry.
Solan still wanted to say something, but his thoughts were interrupted by an unprecedented magic power fluctuation.
He noticed the golden dust falling from mid-air. He lifted his hand, a sliver of light gathered in his palm—this was the spell he was most familiar with.
Time and again, healed by such magic, he charged at those invincible enemies.
