Bab 768: Rebirth

Morning.

Cheryl laid her hand on her chest. Just a few moments ago, she woke up from a nightmare and she couldn't recall what exactly happened. However, for some unknown reasons, she felt rather uncomfortable. She came to the window and gazed at the sky—thick layers of dark clouds hovered above Casabianca. As an Elf who was sensitive to the weather, she sensed that a storm was brewing. Or perhaps this was the reason for her uncertainties?

However, she widened her eyes in astonishment when she lowered her gaze to the garden.

"That's…"

A razor-sharp, azure blade slashed through the air. It was Andre brandishing his Neptune's Sigh—the ice-cold air swept along a layer of frost that struck forward menacingly. In an instant, a huge vortex rose with fluttering tree branches and leaves from the garden.

It still isn't right!