Leslie's elusive presence made her appear almost like an unstoppable assassin, one from whom no one could escape.
As the two women clashed, waves of mana rippled outward from their attacks, forcing those nearby to step back.
Both figures re-emerged within the crowd's view. Leslie's aura was calm, her appearance immaculate, as if she hadn't just been part of an intense battle.
In contrast, the Dark Elf Queen looked weary, her breathing labored, with her disheveled attire reflecting the toll of the fight.
From their clash, it was clear Leslie had gained the upper hand.
This sight shook the dark elves watching from afar.
The gap in power between the two was significant—like frogs trying to see beyond the limits of their well, gazing up at the sky.
Yet Leslie had somehow managed to achieve the impossible right before their eyes.
The Dark Elf Queen was a true celestial god-tier mage, while Leslie was only at the god-tier level.