Nolan, Elina, Rafine, Luvistar, and Ishtar finally arrived at the port. Ishtar glanced at the two ships anchored ahead and asked, "Are these the warships?"
Rafine gave a small nod. "Yes, those are the two. You can start casting your magic on them."
Ishtar didn't reply—she simply nodded and raised her right hand. A white magic staff instantly appeared in her grasp.
It was long, covered in ancient carvings from end to end. Its presence alone seemed to weigh down the air, as if suppressing everything around it.
"Stand back. I won't be responsible if you get hurt," she warned coldly.
Rafine, Elina, and Luvistar immediately backed away about twenty steps without protest.
Only Nolan remained where he was, looking indifferent, even with a faint mocking glint in his eyes.
This woman is really good at acting, he thought, quietly chuckling to himself.
