Phantom bubbles were born from beneath the water, the colorful butterflies formed by Elizabeth's powerful Magic Factor condensing within them.
Elizabeth's defining nature was "quietness."
Immersed deep in the ocean, she felt only peerless tranquility and peace, a sudden stillness that almost made her forget her mission to hunt the Tyrant Dragon. But after a dazed half-second she snapped back to her senses—this serene quiet was merely an illusion; peace was never a thing granted to someone born into this world.
The emotional bonds forged through meeting others.
Past events and old stories could still never buy even a shred of peace.
Elizabeth's Magic Factor was fundamentally different in essence from that of anyone else.
If she herself was flowing water, a cold spring, and the gentle side of all things wild and natural, then her Magic Factor was boiling oil, where the drop of a single water droplet could trigger a cataclysmic churning and explosion.
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