Eve felt a ring unlike she had ever felt before bubble up inside her body. She wanted to tear the black-clad assassin apart.
This emotion was one she had never felt before and it scared her. Rage was something Eve was familiar with but never in herself.
As someone with a vast amount of holy magic, these kinds of emotions were difficult for her to feel. And yet she was feeling rage.
Rage not only at the person who was talking Elysia away from her but also at her helplessness at not being able to help her partner out.
'It's all because I am a coward who refused to stain her hands with blood. I made excuses to myself that I cannot hurt anyone with light magic. I also spoke myself into limiting myself to healing magic because I was afraid of what my father would say. I am a coward in the end.'
Eve's thoughts were all over the place but she finally acknowledged what she had feared for so long.