Adam jumped from the floating ice bolder, then canceled his spell, causing the Magus Hands to disappear and the boulder to plunge into the ocean.
A moment later, a strong gust of wind blew, heralding the arrival of the elf with ash-blond hair and silver eyes.
The elf's white robes fluttered in the wind as he stood beside the raven-haired youth. His eyes were cold and his expression indifferent.
His blades were drenched in the blood of his enemies, causing Malcolm and the other necromancers' expressions to turn grave.
Nylian Feno calmly looked at the three cultists. Needless to say, their states weren't the best.
Then, he turned to Adam. Although the youth was unharmed, Nylian noticed that his breathing was slightly strained.
"You have done well, Adam," said the elf sincerely, his voice calm and gentle. He then thought of something and added, "Despite being the same rank as me, you are still my junior from Saratoga, so don't expect me to address you as Lord."
