When Ivette arrived near the village entrance, she was met by a fierce battle reaching its climax.
At the center of the battlefield, surrounded by soldiers, Aimon was shrouded in scorching heat as he pushed the Red Lotus Combat Art to its limits against a richly dressed Spellblade.
This opponent was clearly an expert in ice-element combat arts. Their twin swords clashed constantly beneath the night sky, ice and fire blooming wildly before dissolving into each other, spreading vast clouds of steaming white mist through the cold wind.
Slipping into the shadows, Ivette stood on the branch of an oak tree without immediately making a move.
She could tell that Aimon was at a disadvantage. A Spellblade with just over 2,000 Mana Points facing one with nearly 4,000—setting endurance aside, the difference in magical pressure alone put him at an obvious disadvantage. His chances of winning were slim.
But she also knew that Aimon had a trump card, some kind of holy-element magic that he had learned from who knew where. Before saving him, she wanted to wait and see whether Eagle's Perch Kingdom's commander could force out all those hidden cards and let her see them for herself.
So she stood in the shadows and watched Aimon get beaten up for over a minute.
During that time, the knights she had frightened away had already appeared nearby. However, with the battle so intense, they could not report the matter of the Witch to their superiors just yet. They could only wait until the fight was over.
The other militiamen were not dead either. Most were still alive, merely disarmed and detained nearby. Only Aimon, with his exceptional strength, could continue resisting stubbornly.
After an unknown amount of time, the two fighters suddenly separated. Aimon, who had been at a