Mina stared at Clyde with a dumbfounded expression. The last traces of Pure Lightning still clung to his body, crawling across his arms and shoulders before slowly fading into the air. The forest around him still carried the sharp smell of burning and several nearby leaves had been scorched by the force of his movement.
Mina tightened her grip on her daggers. She had just spent so much time believing she had finally become strong. She had trained until her body could barely move, fought until her muscles screamed, and convinced herself that she was finally ready to stand beside Clyde.
Then she had watched him move. For a moment she could not even see him. Mina let out a quiet sigh.
"There really is still a huge difference between us."
Clyde glanced at her. "What?"
"Nothing." Mina shook her head.
There was no point explaining it. Clyde would probably not understand what she was feeling anyway.
She looked away and muttered, "I thought I was getting strong."
