The Bladesinger, the Sun Elf Aponia?
Sitting on the ground, Aaron had already recognized the newcomer, but he did not lower the Sword of the Dark Moon. Still on high alert, he kept its tip pointed at Aponia's face, the moonlight upon it from Selûne, the Lady of Silver, gradually brightening.
Likewise, the beautiful Sun Elf who had emerged from the shadows held her own weapon, a faintly glowing rune sword aimed at Aaron's face.
Both were surprised. When they had parted last time, both had thought they might never see each other again.
Perhaps this was fate?
Aaron and Aponia had the same thought at the same time.
"Put the sword down, little rookie." Aponia planted one long leg, clad in a thigh-high boot, on a fallen rock. Her garter tugged slightly at the top of her black spiderweb-patterned stocking, revealing a hazy stretch of black. "Tell me, how did you get here?"
The Bladesong beauty still felt a powerful surge of delighted surprise at seeing Aaron. She was an Elf, and Elves were an emotional race who loved to dream.
She forcibly suppressed that delight and remained on guard. "Don't point that sword at me."
"Lady Aponia?" Aaron was in terrible shape.
His mana had bottomed out. Earlier, he had emptied his reserves to unleash Metal Flow at its maximum output. Then, to keep fighting, he had used the Staff of Power and activated the Red Conrad's Ring twice in quick succession. Now he probably had only enough mana left for a single Chaos Bolt.
To borrow a phrase with a double meaning, Aaron truly did not have a single drop left.
Still, he had one final trump card in reserve.
Keeper of Secrets Transformation.
He had never used that trump card before.
*The situation was still under