Decision

There is one hour to wait before the sun rises in this area. During the wait, Senya shared a lot of tales, and this made their time pass joyfully.

She is such a talkative girl, which is what she enjoys about her a lot. In this way, she learns more things about the land, which sounds more like legends and folktales she could only read in books back on Earth.

She listens eagerly to all of Senya's story. According to her, these are also the stories that her father used to tell her every time he came back home. But one day, he never came back anymore and she could see the sadness in her eyes. Even though Senya smiled cheerfully, she could tell.

Undeniably, Senya misses her father as much as she misses her dad, King Lionel. Her dad also used to share folktales with the twins before bedtime.

Wind… Yet the wind is cooler. She fills her chest with fresh air and then releases it.

The sun would show up soon, and she was excited to see more land.

Suddenly, the wind swirls strongly. She has a sense of unease as the wind grows strong and the trees sway violently. The one they climbed up also began swaying violently. The wind behaved like it wanted to take them away.

"Senya!" She noticed that Senya was having a hard time holding on to the tree.

"Sister Harrah! Aaahh!"

"Hold on!" she yells at Senya. She tried to reach her, but with this wind, it was impossible to move closer to the girl.

Could this be a storm? But the weather is good earlier. Then suddenly, this strong wind appeared.

Maybe this is the same storm-like wind that separates her from Iore and Vice General Zen. Either they will fall from this tree, or worse, when this storm sucks them up.

"Senya! Hold on tight!" she stretched her arm one more time, but Senya struggled to take her hand.

"Sister Hah—"

"Senya!" she yells horribly.

The wind took Senya away. She was shocked to watch her fly away. She could recall it in slow motion in front of her, playing repeatedly.

"Senya!" she screamed, but the wind only swallowed her voice. At this rate, she cannot just think of herself. She must save Senya and stop this storm.

But how could she fight this monstrous storm-like wind?

Harrahina looks up. A vast, dark, and thick cloud formed above this ridge and moved toward the town. And it tries to suck anything underneath of it. She must summon her sword, the flame dragon.

Harrah paused, if she did that, the knights could feel her presence. Iore already warned her about this. She cannot just take out the Red Dragon Sword now that she is keeping her identity a secret. Then what weapon she must use?

She has to make a quick decision, and so she jumps off the tree, deciding nothing yet. Harrah recalled all the training she did with the Guardians.

The enemy she has to fight is a wind type.

Wind—the fire won't work against it.

Water—it cannot defeat it either.

Think Harrah! She encourages herself. While floating in the air, she closes her eyes.