"That man must be dead," Malverna remarked with a soft chuckle.
She opened her left palm, and in an instant, the bow in her hand dissolved into fragments of light.
The gloomy, oppressive atmosphere gradually lifted. However, the grass that had withered under the bow's aura remained unchanged.
They were completely dead—dried and lifeless, stripped of all vitality.
Malverna turned her gaze toward Elina, causing the girl to flinch and instinctively take a step back.
But then, remembering that this woman had saved her twice, Elina steadied herself.
I must not be disrespectful to my savior, she whispered to herself.
Gathering her courage, she stepped forward and stopped a meter in front of Malverna.
She bowed her head slightly and spoke solemnly, "I don't know who you are, Miss, but thank you for your help. If not for you, I would've died back there. I also apologize for my earlier rudeness."
