"Master, I want in on this battle too."
Just then, Elyra spoke up.
"You do?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah! I want to fight alongside Seraphina! And those ugly bastards from the Dungeon—I've had it with them. This is the perfect chance to teach them a lesson!"
Elyra pumped her tiny fists, practically bouncing with excitement.
Magic particles shimmered and danced around her, radiating a powerful energy that made the air around her buzz.
Ethan could only let out a helpless chuckle.
Elyra might look quiet and sweet on the outside, but deep down, she was just like Seraphina—battle-hungry and always itching for a fight. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been pestering Seraphina every other day to take her to the Behemoth Lair just to pick fights with the Behemoth clan.
No exaggeration—if you asked the Behemoths to rank the Emerald Castle heroes they were most familiar with, Seraphina would be number one.
And Elyra? She'd be number two.
