Here is our chance.
This thought resounded in both second year rankers mind as they initiated their attacks.
One dipped into the shadows ,while the other channelled energy into his Artifact.
Meanwhile.
On a boulder a distance away from Sion's back, Dara sat gently as she watched the show.
"Aren't you going to help him?" A voice came from her side.
Dara was not surprised, she had sensed the person's presence a while ago, even before the other sensed her.
She turned to look at the new comer, it was a young beauty and she was staring intently at her. The young beauty had a beauty flowing hair that was a mix of golden and silver streaks, she also had an oval face... And everything else that made a lady beautiful.
But her beauty did not faze Dara—she was more beautiful, after all—what irked her though was the lady's dressing. Not just that what she was doing under the said dresses disturbed her even more.
