Jiniya stared blankly at the young wizard before her, the one who had just rescued her from the brink of death. Her gaze fell upon his fair, flawless, handsome face, and a misty confusion and doubt rose in her eyes.
That face was like the most perfect marble sculpture.
"I'm Dago. Have you forgotten?"
His low voice, magnetic with the rasp of metal, pierced through the piercing roar of the battlefield.
It reached deep into Jiniya's still-unsettled mind.
Dago looked gently at Jiniya before him. He knew she might have long forgotten his name, but the impression he had left on her should not have faded entirely.
"Dago Heka."
He offered his name on his own initiative, trying to awaken Jiniya's memories. Perhaps it was the name Dago gave, or perhaps it was his voice and appearance, but Jiniya finally seemed to remember something about him.
The gates of memory were forcibly pried open.
That once frail, cautious figure overlapped with the powerful being before her, radiating terrifying pressure.
"It's you?!"
Jiniya quickly covered her mouth, but she still could not stop the startled cry from escaping. Her beautiful eyes were filled with utter disbelief.
"You... you..."
She was too flustered to speak coherently.
Dago paid no attention to her loss of composure.
His focus instantly shifted to a more valuable target.
Dago controlled the Living Silver Ice, transforming it into a massive crescent moon that casually knocked away the metal blade discs returning for another attack.
The silver-white fluid traced eerie arcs through the air.
An aura of extreme cold instantly froze the water molecules in the air.
It formed a shield of ice crystals nearly invisible to the naked eye.
As they spun at high speed, these metal blade discs unleashed cutting force comparable to the power of