The astonishing speed at which Rowan slaughtered the D-rank monsters left everyone in disbelief. His brute strength and extreme swiftness caused Eliman and Dragun, who hovered above him, to gape in astonishment.
"How did he get so stronger?"
"How is he moving so fast?"
"What the hell? He just slaughtered dozens of them with a single slash!"
"Am I dreaming? How is this guy fighting like this? What kind of power does he have? He is just an apprentice-rank mage for crying out loud!"
Both Dragun and Eliman voiced their shock and confusion as they watched the scene unfolding below them.
"Has he always carried that sword?"
Eliman turned to Dragun and asked.
Dragun shook his head calmly, his eyes still fixed on his son.
"I've never seen him with that sword. No one has," he said. "I wonder how he got his hands on it."
Eliman fell silent and continued to watch Rowan.
