Juliana had originally considered it mere superstition.
She never expected Loren to actually come here to save her.
Juliana's eyes widened in shock, she couldn't believe the figure descending from the sky.
Loren's profile was drawn in sharp black-and-white contrast, his brown hair whipped around by the wind like surging dark clouds, a time of absolute power as he gazed down upon the earth.
"Loren? How are you here?"
Juliana's voice trembled with weakness and excitement.
"Juliana, take the students and run to Yarolan. Don't look back."
Loren quickly pushed her aside and escorted her towards Yarolan Kingdom to the west with Wind Magic, his voice carried to her by the wind.
As Juliana, who had turned into a stormy meteor across the sky, looked back with a complicated expression, a tinge of struggle and reluctance flashed in her eyes.
But she understood now was not the time to be emotional. She had faith in Loren's strength.