"Damn..." — Hailey bit her nails nervously as she watched the drawn-out duel between Arslan and this Frostborn.
Was she worried about Arslan?
Of course not. She was just jealous of him.
Ned, who was standing nearby, also couldn't take his eyes off the fight, clenching his fists in excitement.
Hours passed, and the duel between them did not subside.
"It looks like they won't be finished soon," Hailey mused as she watched Frostborn retreat again, giving Arslan a chance to regain his strength.
"She's still only using one sword..."
Hailey couldn't forget that sight.
Every time she thought about it, a shudder ran through her body.
"Would I have been able to survive in Arslan's place?" she wondered, but she couldn't give a definite answer.
She assumed that maybe she would have survived, and maybe not.
Since then, she noticed that Frostborn's strength had dropped a lot.
