Noan's eyes looked like they were about to explode, his face filled with fear.
At this moment, he could feel his own weakness. So what if he had an SSS-rank talent?
When faced with powerful enemies, he still failed. He was still far too weak—unless he had enough time to become stronger.
But… now, he didn't have that.
The tip of the lancer was about to pierce through Vylyss's head, and all he could do was scream in helpless despair.
Not just Vylyss—he couldn't save Maya either.
In the end, he was just a fool, not only cowardly but also weak.
Despair… consumed his entire mind.
Not only despairing over being unable to save anyone but also toward himself.
At that very moment, the lancer in Aldric's hand suddenly halted.
Whoosh!
Its momentum created a powerful gust of wind that blew against Vylyss's face and rippled outward.
Even Vylyss, who had prepared herself for death, was startled. She stared in confusion at the lancer in Aldric's hand.
