The remnant of the spacious office of the seasoned professor would be a both shocking and awful sight for anyone who might by chance run into it.

  The Visage of 2 beings is all that stood steadfast in the absolutely trashed space.

  No malice, anger, or even the slightest amount of negative expression appeared even remotely on either of their faces.

  It would look to be quite the opposite.

  They were enjoying this little spat.

  Sleeper Mahito being the aggressor of the conflict.

  A moment in between the brief pause in their conflict, that same sleeper threw out a surprise attack from a protruding tendril from his form at the legendary master before him.

  Granted, she saw it coming from a mile away, but the gall for such a fledgling to initiate such a move was already impressive enough.

  The Fair lady was struggling a bit more then you would expect her to.

  Not because the newly born sleeper was even remotely a match for her, but Elaina wasn’t with out her own scars.

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  Both her left eye and right arm were completely destroyed in an event not too far off from the current day.

  Unfortunately, she’s never quite been the same since then.

  Adding on top of the fact that she hasn’t been actively fighting in any conflicts for the past decade or so doesn’t really help with that fact either.

  The culmination of all these factors, on top of the fact that Mahito was keeping up the aggression hard on her formulated into her having to take the backfoot in this fight.

  That didn’t last for long, however.

  In the brief period laced in the motion of the young man’s attacks, she seemed to have manifested a memory.

  Before he could properly observe what tool out of her arsenal she chose, The White gaze, in a burst of unobservable speed, zipped behind the youth and landed a critical blow to his head.

  And thus, his vision went dark.

  All sensations ceased to exist for the young man.

  Quite the development, may I add.

  Though something peculiar seemed to be brewing under the surface.

  One can observe that there’s a plethora of questions to ask.

  Unfortunately, that will have to wait until the youth comes back to his senses.

  Whenever that may be.

  Maybe then some of those may be answered.

  Well, until then.

  All we have to our will is speculation.