'How? What? How the hell?'
Xaren stood there with an utterly dumbfounded expression on his face as those questions went through his head. His eyes weren't on the lifeless corpse of their fallen enemy but on Ilya.
More specifically, on the residues of dark green energy that had coated her sword. That same energy had let her pierce clean through the half-giant's forearm and drive her blade deep into his chest, burying its entire length inside his body.
Sure, Xaren had given her a boost, but that alone wouldn't have been enough. The power in her sword had already been quite strong.
In his past life, Xaren had been a Level 390, so he had experienced awakening and using aura.
He had taken advantage of that experience and battle's pressure to awaken his—something he already knew was there, and already knew how to manipulate proficiently.
But Ilya? She should have had zero experience.
'So how the hell did she awaken her aura so easily?'
