Hours later Sophie returned to the base camp and immediately went inside one of the tents.
Qiana glanced at her figure as she passed by but soon wrinkled her nose in disgust at the unpleasant smell.
Sophie reeked of blood.
The battle had ended quickly once Sophie whittled down the squad's numbers one by one until Azore was the only survivor left.
Worthy of being a magical prodigy, the battle would have taken much longer to finish had Sophie not been accustomed to battling mages from all the spars she had with Astrid.
Sophie lay inside the sleeping bag, but an unpleasant feeling rolled around in her stomach and she desperately fought the urge to throw up.
Her hands were shaking as she recalled almost losing control once the fight ended.
(Flashback)
Azore's golden barrier was activated but Sophie's spider appendages pierced through the golden foam and shot straight for the Servie's heart.
It was almost like…. the fight could only end in death.
