"Eugene…?" Sarah whispered as a non-existent, trembling sound wave slowly approached the prison cell, accurately representing the woman's mental state.
Alex and Maxwell watched from afar, refusing to react despite Sarah's unusual actions. However, their eyes widened as the woman immediately unsheathed her sword, gritting her teeth while ignoring the gruesome scene that lay before her.
"Is she going to attack us?" Maxwell asked apprehensively, resting his palm atop the hilt of his sword.
"No," replied Alex calmly. A faint smile blossomed on his face, subtle satisfaction peeking through a stoic expression. 'It seems my choice wasn't wrong.'
Despite his expectations, Sarah unsheathed her sword as she faced the disheveled figure of the burly man. She took a step forward, clutching her blade as if it was all that remained in her life. Her mana emerged from her body like a waterfall, flooding the entire area and producing tremendous pressure.