Bab 117: Farewell

Midgard finished applying the healing to Elizabeth.

The legend's body has been cleansed of all scars and dirt.

She was lying with her hands on her chest, a smile on her frozen face.

Midgard then used creation magic and repaired her armor, then created a bouquet of heliotrope and placed it in her hands.

She looked at her with melancholy and stroked her hair.

"Such a beautiful woman, what a waste."

She was silent for a moment, then she felt a shiver run through her body.

In the sky, Dora was floating, unconscious.

The explosion sent him flying away, but surprisingly, he didn't fall back. It was exactly the opposite.

On the ground, Midgard raised her head, her gaze filled with great despair.

Her eyes shone and her pupils shrank.

Dora floated towards the rift, slowly, higher and higher.

It was an unreal sign, but as he went higher, a shape was visible around him.