Unwilling to be a Slave

Whoosh, whoosh.

Wind rose up on the Verdant Plains, and the clouds rolled. The sky darkened as a show of betrayal and loyalty was performed at once. Evil and justice, chaos and order were at a stalemate.

Buzzing slightly, Saroviny's sword shook. Countless bolts of purple-black lightning flowed out of it while the tip pointed straight at Link. "This is the last chance. Life or death?!"

Link looked down but didn't reply. This conflicted Saroviny. Her father wanted her to catch him alive. She also didn't want to kill her old enemy so easily. It would be great if she could capture Link and make him her subordinate.

In this mindset, she didn't move when Link didn't reply. She still had the tiny hope that Link would turn back.

Clearly, this was impossible.

Taking advantage of this rare chance, Link's thoughts whirred. In his vision, the game system showed him various spell cards while a mission popped.