Even the Prophet felt an unreal sensation and could only gaze towards the distant other side of the battlefield where Qin Yu stood alone.
Radiance flowed around her, her silhouette slender and independent, profoundly silent.
Blake had actually no need to inquire of his clanspeople who had become ghosts; he was no fool and knew though they were dead, their souls had been hidden by her.
Now they were being released.
To ask them would be less useful than asking her.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly strode forward, and as he walked, he broke into a run towards Athenodis riding a griffin in the sky.
His face bore an excited expression.
Gorn was also excited, happy for his comrade-in-arms, and even wanted to follow, but he was sharply pulled back by Lin.
Ah? Was he not allowed to disturb them?
Gorn looked up to see Lin's expressionless face.
There was a strange feeling.
And as Blake ran beneath Athenodis, he called out, "Athenodis, why, all of this..."
