One of the protective treasures Ranazera kept on her was called the Mystic Cleansing Charm. It cleansed the effects of poisons and illusions while helping its owner recover some of their stamina and life force.
Could he have known that there was an ambush set up here? But if that were the case, why did he willingly walk into it a trap? These were the questions that flashed through Ranazera's mind.
Ranazera's gaze wandered over to Izroth.
"As long as this item restricts my power, there's nothing I can do. This guy—he may seem alright, but we've been moving without rest. Is he just that confident in his own skills or arrogant? No, more importantly, that attack just now... I was only able to catch the end of it; however, I'm certain—it was aiming for me." Ranazera furrowed her brows with a troubled expression.
Ranazera's eyes did not fool her. And needless to say, she was not alone in uncovering this glaring detail.