Gala (Part 1)
"Quite an attitude for someone that almost got outshined by a filthy traitor and a dirty poor commoner." Libea clicked her tongue in disgust.
"The traitor and the commoner, as you call them, are a thousand times better than you. I wish my friend Lith was here. He is great at dealing with monsters, something I am still lacking at."
Libea was about to reply in kind when suddenly the whole room turned dark and empty. She turned around just in time to see a shadowy figure with eyes blazing with blue mana closing in to her.
"My dear Yurial, I always told you to go big whenever you make a wish. Otherwise if one of them comes true it's more a pity than a relieve."
"He's right behind you, of course." Yurial said with a smirk.
"You have quite an attitude for someone that ranked… My bad, I forgot you have no rank. It's just that my mind refuses the idea that someone without an iota of magical power could be so arrogant."