The cold moon hung in the sky, and blades rushing swiftly forth mirrored fierce and twisted grim faces.
Accompanied by the fracture of the defensive barrier, at the very moment the countless heavy chains frantically contracted and were about to restrain Hill, a sharp, silent purple light suddenly surged forth in the forest.
Wherever the purple light, filled with frenzied energy, reached, it shimmered so intensely that the formidable trolls found it difficult to keep their eyes open, making their movements considerably sluggish.
Once the purple light faded, the trolls were surprised to note.
Not only had all the magic iron chains, binding Hill, vanished, but a robust and tall figure stood before Hill.
This was a young human male dressed in deep leather armor, holding a longsword in one hand and a magic wand in the other. Despite his peculiar appearance, he exuded an imposing aura, shocking even the troll captain.
"It's you!"
