The smell of grass was wonderful. The birds were silent.
No... no, they weren't. The wind was blowing. The smell of grass was on the tip of her nose and the birds were singing.
It was just slow.
Everything was just slow.
Navia looked at Wood with wide eyes.
He had a vicious look, his eyes glistening with life. His upper body was bent out of proportion. His elbow was pulled back, close to crushing his nose with his tightly twisted fist. His upper body gradually rolled inward. His fist flew like a strained arrow.
'Slow.'
The whole scene looked much slower than the flying dust falling on the floor.
Wood's eyes, radiating hatred, penetrated the view clearly. Had she ever looked for this long and with such inspection at eyes showing insignificance and disgust?
Wood always waved his fist at her with these kinds of eyes and that expression.
In the slower world, Navia lived alone.
She followed her instincts and squeezed Wood's arm with her full strength and speed.
The black moon greedily extorted its opponents mana. A strong force was felt. The rich power of water poured in.
Now, she was sure.
'I can steal my opponent's magic.'
Not only the magic that emerged, but also, with contact like this, she could suck up the opponent's ability.
What nightmare of a power was this?
Wood's expression was seen clearly.
Spark!
There was a spark of blue energy between Wood and Navia.
It was a harbinger of a mana explosion. This was Wood's limit. It was the end of his potential. Navia had extorted all of it.
Originally, the body would have split up after vomiting blood, but this was not the case for Navia.
The phenomenon occurred. There was a big bang. One, Navia wasn't a wizard who created magic with the mana she had in her body.
The black moon was an out-of-the-box force.
Spark!!
Navia was covered in sparks. Wood made a fist. He was about to step back after losing hold of Navia's collar. His expression was filled with fear.
At that moment, the speed of the surrounding world resumed.
Red eyes clearly looked back through the blue sparks that covered Navia's entire body. The red eyes met with Wood.
Navia returned Wood's words with a laughable voice.
"You should've run away earlier like that, idiot."
Burst!!!
Silver hair fluttered like a storm.
***
Nikan swept his hand that was slightly frozen from the late autumn cold. His movement was infused with unmistakable fatigue. It was understandable. After the disturbance from this morning and the previous day, he immediately went to the Imperial Palace to meet the Empress and returned.
But when he came back, his foster daughter disappeared.
The recent days had been bad so he was thinking that any bad news would be terrible.
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