Raven's eyes observed his surroundings. He had memorized the location of all the Erendale Members, to make a rough plan on how to get out of here if the battle started again.
Hemel stopped merely five meters away from Raven. His eyes once again glanced at Raven's Sword which didn't have a single crack on it so far.
It was unclear just what was going through his mind, since it was almost impossible to read his mind. Only one thing was certain. His eyes didn't show any killing intent.
Hemel could see that even after facing such a powerful opponent, Raven's eyes were calm. Usually, when someone faced a powerful enemy like this, they were often filled with despair, but Raven was different.
He wasn't sure if it was because Raven simply wasn't scared of death, or if he had that much faith in his abilities. In any case, he felt quite pleased.
Raven's firm resolve reminded him of his own younger years.