FairyLand

A bright light, so sudden and pure, suddenly enveloped everything.

Sparkles shot off, almost like snowflakes made of pure energy, and glittering dust danced around the area. As all of these happened, as if they were drizzles of rain and billows of smoke permeating the area, Ater was left confused.

The last thing he heard was "[FairyLand]," which was without a doubt the activation of one of Fae's Skills—something that was akin to a last resort for her, considering her extreme injuries.

He had expected her to grow increasingly desperate to be healed, thus reducing the possibility of her fighting back yet again.

He was wrong.

'I underestimated her tenacity, and perhaps her overall abilities.' Even with the current bizarre scenario he was confronted with, Ater never ceased his smile.

He remained perfectly calm.

"You fool…" The voice of the wounded Fairy echoed out, except this time… she didn't sound injured in the slightest.