Bianca Valestra was many things. She was Elian's savior, master and kindred spirit. Betrayed, abandoned and left to die in the dark, her spirit was anything but weak. During the weeks that passed, Elian learned about her bit by bit.
And while Elian didn't know if he saw her romantically yet, the boy was sure that she was an irreplaceable existence to him. But there was one thing Elian never forgot.
Bianca was the most powerful being he had met to date.
From her nearly endless mana to her absolute control. She could eliminate you in all sorts of ways—with devastating ice meteors or freeze your blood bit by bit in quiet stillness.
Her strength was the benchmark he used to gauge the world. His strengthened armor was all to resist her blows. He was confident in his ability to tank hits.
So why? How the hell did she push me back?
Elian struggled to stand, due to his oversized armor, he thrashed in futility, unable to get up.
