After falling, all three youths writhed on the ground in agony, their bodies releasing hot steam while the smell of burnt flesh spread through the air. It didn't take long for their groans to echo. They were very intense, and Darian didn't show the slightest bit of pity.
"Sir Darian, please, they've already learned their lesson."
A calm voice sounded from above. Darian snorted and casually waved his hand, causing the runes on their bodies to disperse.
Right after that, a young woman wearing a long, bluish dress descended from the sky.
It was none other than Vymara. Looking at the miserable state of those three, she spoke in a stern tone, though still friendly.
"Now do you understand the meaning of 'there's always someone better out there'?"
They stood up, still trembling, staring at the woman they admired so much from afar.
"Lady…" the boy called in a weak voice, but it seemed his mind hadn't fully recovered yet.
