Anelez lost. She no longer participated in the battle because she had clearly overestimated her strength. Adam was too strong. For her, he was the worst opponent she could do nothing against.
She was still in the silent expanse and closer to the battlefield than any of the spectators.
Adam and Erada had moved several dozen meters away, but considering their level, it was as close as a wave of the hand.
She was too weak to continue fighting, and her will was broken. She had already accepted her defeat, but she was here and saw everything that was happening.
Now, right before her wide-open eyes, was a scene she found hard to believe.
Just one attack, one black thread that Adam threw like a spear or shot like an arrow from an imaginary bow, had inflicted terrible damage on Erada.
For a Hybrid, a creature that used its body as a weapon, losing one of its arms was practically equivalent to defeat or even death.
Anelez knew this, and Erada understood it just as well.
