In the Immortal Fortress, inside a dimly lit room.
"Hm? A surge of magic."
A figure cloaked in black approached the window and gazed in a certain direction.
"That greatsword I enchanted... That little girl Riven actually drew upon the power of the runes? Who is she fighting? Since when did the Immortal Fortress have another powerful warrior I didn't know about?"
Riven knelt on one knee, gasping for breath. The Rune Greatsword lay beside her, and she didn't even have the strength to lift the Rune Sword.
She had no talent for magic. The Rune Greatsword had unleashed its runes through a special conversion process that drained her stamina.
The energy wave she'd released had exhausted her. Riven wouldn't use that attack lightly unless she had no other choice.
"The Swordmaster lost... The Valkyrie lost..." Laza stared at the scene, dumbfounded. The others were just as stunned.
They couldn't imagine Riven losing.
Now they'd seen it with their own eyes.
Ato returned the Demon Sword to its sheath, walked over to Riven, and held out his right hand.
Riven accepted it and struggled to her feet with his help.
There was no dejection in her eyes, only acceptance.
"You..." Riven lightly tapped Ato's armor. "I gave it everything I had, but why do I feel like you still had strength to spare?"
Ato didn't know how to explain, so he could only give an awkward laugh and shake his head.
"Swordmaster!" Laza and the others rushed over as soon as the fight ended.
"I'm fine. Just a little drained." Riven waved them off.
"You can't be fine! You must have broken a bone when you hit the wall!" Laza glared fiercely at Ato. "I told you he doesn't know how to respect women. Was I wrong?"
Getting hurt