On the shore of Feinheath, a distance away from the catastrophic event just now, the old Priest was left gaping, as was everyone else. But unlike the others, he had clearly seen how Pherdanta's figure was finely cut into ribbons… and then something even finer by the wrathful, infinite slew of slashes that turned a portion of Aigas into a black void where even Rules didn't exist.
What had that woman been thinking?
The Priest could hardly fathom how such a level-headed expert like Pherdanta could have rushed towards an attack of that magnitude. Wasn't she trying to learn the technique that produced such atrocious power because she understood how deadly it was?
Or… wait?
Could it be that…?
Vali and Maxim seemed to come to the same conclusion as the Priest at the same time.
What if Pherdanta wasn't being reckless? Obviously, she had had some risky intention, but none had understood what that had been until just now.
