Jeanne left the stadium without looking back.
She had not even really decided to do it. Her body had simply moved on its own, carrying her out of the arena, through the doors, and away from the noise before her mind could catch up. Even now, as she walked, the sensation of what had just happened still trembled through her limbs.
She had sent him flying so easily.
That was the part she could not stop replaying.
One swing, one restrained swing, and that boy had been hurled across the stadium like he weighed nothing at all. It had happened so quickly, that it frightened her far more than if it had taken effort.
For the first time since her summoning, she felt she had truly glimpsed the power now living inside her.
And she did not like what she saw.
It was no longer something abstract, no longer just talk about divine blessings and heightened strength and a body remade by magic.
There was no denying it anymore.
