She handed one to Shelley.
Shelley stared at the talisman in disbelief.
'Restoration talismans… Intermediate level… Who exactly is she?'
Around them, other mystical cultivators were still clashing with GA members. With everyone working together, the tide slowly began to turn.
Without hesitation, Lana and Shelley bound Tan tightly.
Shelley's hatred burned fiercely. She unsheathed her sword and raised it toward Tan's chest.
"Lose control now and you will regret it forever," Lana said firmly, stopping her.
Shelley's jaw trembled.
"You don't understand..."
"I may not understand your despair," Lana interrupted quietly, "but this is not the time."
Shelley's gaze drifted toward Rim's lifeless body lying not far away. Tears gathered in her eyes before she looked away.
Though she had often treated Rim like a pawn, there was one truth she could not deny.
She had considered her a friend.
A hollow ache filled her chest.
