[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom Outskirts]
"That was so… AWESOME!"
The voice broke through the settling silence of the plains.
For a moment, everyone assumed it must have been Meryl or Arabella—their kind of outburst. Yet, to everyone's surprise, it was Andrew. His eyes were wide, sparkling with boyish wonder, his voice filled with an enthusiasm that he himself seemed shocked to carry.
What had roused him was clear. The short but brutal duel between Mikoto and Shuten-dōji, a clash that had been as fleeting as it was terrifying. The ground still bore scars—deep craters and cracks streaking across the earth as though giants had wrestled there.
Shuten-dōji, relaxed now, dismissed her blade with the same casualness she had used to summon it. A faint grin lingered on her lips, amusement and interest mingling as her crimson eyes traced Mikoto's form. He, by contrast, looked distinctly unimpressed. Sabre hung loosely against his shoulder.
