From inside the lantern, Rita witnessed everything.
She pressed both hands against the glass, watching as Mistblade stood frozen in place, her expression stiff, her figure slowly growing smaller as Lynx Duke carried the lantern farther away.
That look… was painfully familiar.
It was exactly the same expression they had both worn back in Binast, when Lightchaser had annoyed them so badly they couldn't even respond.
Completely stunned.
Even though Rita couldn't see Lynx Duke's face, just from Mistblade's reaction, it was obvious that whatever Lynx Duke had said, it definitely wasn't encouraging.
Rita couldn't help tilting her head upward, trying to get a better look at Lynx Duke. She wanted to compare this version of her to the one from the final battle.
Unfortunately, all she could see was her chin.
The lantern was held steadily in the elf's hand. Rita didn't rush to come out. Instead, she let Lynx Duke carry her along, step by step, not knowing where they were headed.
