Her Reflection

Towards the yard of the castle, a metallic clang could be heard as two fierce combatants ruthlessly clashed with each other.

One wielded a rod, and the other fought with bare fists. His fists, however, were burning with a purple essence that looked like flames but had a more transparent body—purely condensed essence.

When a drifter focuses essence to one point, the essence is given a form and property, one closely related to their talent. Of course, one had to be a Sage to do this.

Helena's black rod also had the same property: crackling with black lightning.

"You know, when I came here, she was naive. She really looked up to you and loved you for how well you taught her… I bet you didn't even blink while killing her."

"What would you have me do? She was dead in the brain. Do you know what that damn parasite does to people? You speak like you don't know."