I couldn't shake off the shock that I felt at losing the comrade before the war even started. The tears on Han Sora's shocked face told me that she was extremely scared. I wanted to face her properly, but I couldn't do it. 0

Jung Ha-Yan was staring at her quietly. Clearly, Jung Ha-Yan had decided to face and accept the pain that I couldn't quite accept just yet.0

‘Did she overcome her wall? She did, right?’0

I was sure she had flawlessly overcome her wall. It was only for a moment, but Jung Ha-Yan looked like a goddess. I tightened my fist because she looked as if she had grown both mentally and as a mage. Unlike my expectation that she would throw a fit, she placed her hand on the tree as if she were making a vow. Her eyes were still filled with tears, but she looked like she had taken a step up the stairs instead of falling down.2

For a moment, I was worried that she had exhausted all of her mana, but I clicked my tongue when I saw her mana recovery rate. She was like a power plant; Jung Ha-Yan's mana was recovering so fast that I could see it with my naked eye.0

‘How is this possible?’0

I had no idea, but it wouldn't be strange if I started...0