"Boom!"
A dull boom echoed through the Golden House.
Ellin's fist crackled with electricity, moving so fast that it broke the sound barrier.
The punch slammed squarely into Childe's abdomen.
The instant it connected, the tremendous force carried by her fist poured into Childe, surging through his body.
Childe's eyes bulged, blood vessels instantly webbing across them.
His abdomen caved in, and the enormous impact sent him flying backward like a cannonball.
His body became a black streak, skipping across the pool of Mora like a stone across water before bouncing up and slamming into the Golden House's wall. He left a dent in the red wall with another deafening crash, then slid down onto the floor.
When he stood again, his eyes were still bloodshot, blood stained the corner of his mouth, and his breathing had grown considerably more ragged. Clearly, Ellin's punch had done serious damage.
"I hear you enjoy fighting strong opponents."
"Since you just told me to savor the thrill of battle, fine. I'll stretch my muscles a little too."
Clad in a blue dress, Ellin walked barefoot through the air, approaching Childe one step at a time.
With each step, the Soul-Cleansing Bell at her ankle chimed. Her gaze remained fixed on Childe as a mountain-like aura rose around her.
The bell's normally soothing chimes, paired with her piercing gaze, now placed immense pressure on Childe.
In truth, she had not joined this battle simply because she was itching for a fight. She was not a battle maniac like Childe.
The real reason she wanted to fight him was to grow stronger through their battle.
Back when she had first obtained the wind god's divine core, Ellin had gone to Venti to ask why her Anemo was leaking out.
Venti and Feng'er had told her