Northern grinned at the multiple panels that appeared before his eyes as the elves prepared to attack him.
All of them, at once, remarkably using their talent abilities with the weapons they wielded.
[Do you want to copy Talent: A Thousand Wind Blade(A) for 300 Talent fragments?]
[Do you want to copy Talent: Air Barrier(C) for 100 Talent fragments?]
[Do you want to copy Talent: Tidal Wave(B) for 200 Talent fragments?]
[Do you want to copy Talent: Windless Star(A) for 300 Talent fragments?]
And many more Northern saw, all appearing before his eyes simultaneously, thanks to the crew of elves ready to attack.
Each of them was coated in the aura of their essence, exuding a threatening intent with their form of attack.
Northern twirled Stainless in one hand, skillfully handling the lightning Odachi despite its difference in feel.
He thought for a moment whether to use Grengar and subtly shook his head.