On the other side of the battlefield, after Alan's arrival, Francis finally let out a long breath of relief.
Realizing there was no time to waste on banter, he immediately spoke up with urgency. "I know exactly where Isabella is! You stay here and deal with these two. I'll go rescue her. Let's regroup at the ruin's entrance when we're done. And watch out for the one using metal-element magic… she's not like Fort."
There was a good reason Francis issued that warning.
During his earlier scuffle with the metal-element mage, something had felt… off. Deeply off.
If he had to describe it abstractly: Fort was like a slab of solid iron—hit him and you could feel the impact reverberate back.
But this metal-element mage? She was like a bar of pliable gold, endlessly flexible and eerily absorbent. No matter how much force he unleashed, the energy just… vanished, as if swallowed into nothingness.
Don't be fooled by her current blindness—Francis had aimed for her head initially.
