A brief silence descended as Ulric's words echoed through the rooftop.
Then a sharp gasp slipped past Astra's lips.
Without hesitation, she surged forward, rushing toward the sprawled figure lying on the ground.
Having accompanied Elira for nearly her entire life, Astra had witnessed this state more times than she could count. Whenever her master peered too deeply into the fate of powerful beings, the backlash would inevitably leave her weakened and bedridden for days.
Yet every single time, she had eventually recovered. Not only recovered, but returned stronger.
With each reckless dive into the currents of fate, Elira's body seemed to undergo subtle changes. What had once been the physique of an ordinary mortal had gradually transformed into something far more resilient.
Over the years, her physical strength had risen to a level that nearly rivaled that of an initial F-rank being.
To true powerhouses, such growth might seem insignificant.
