"Ahhh… Wait… I twisted my ankle…''
Astra glanced at Moira in disbelief. The woman had plopped on the ground, holding onto her leg as she cried like it had been uprooted from her body, ''Earlier you were rushing me to follow them but now…''
''Can't you see I am injured? Will you take responsibility if I die?"
Astra glanced towards the river. Earlier, the boat and the two people on it had still been visible but right now, they seemed to have camouflaged in the darkness of the night. It has been a long time yet there were no movements on the other side.
She could not help but think back to how the prince had refused to use his powers straightforwardly.
In a war that lasted for years, there has been no such precedence to this incident. Even when Azrael was bruised and bloodied on the verge of death, he had used his powers to the full extent to maximize the chances for the army before he finally relaxed. Then, why now, did he seem so reluctant to unleash his powers?
