"He's been hit by my spell; he won't live long."
The Grey Robe raised a hand, and one could see a barely discernible black thread pinched between his fair, slender fingers, the thread taut and disappearing into the void.
"He should be going to find the last little Phoenix left from the Phoenix Family, conveniently saving us the trouble."
As the Grey Robe spoke, his fingers lightly rubbed, and the black thread vanished.
"So, you had it all planned out from the start."
The woman with grey braids relaxed immediately, looking at the person in front of her with a gentle and admiring gaze, though her strength was much greater than his.
"Let's go."
The Grey Robe softly called, and the two walked side by side toward the direction where the rays of light had previously spread across the valley.
The woman with grey braids naturally linked her arm with the Grey Robe's; at that moment, the two seemed as intimate as lovers.
