Chapter 37: Is There Anything He Can't Do?

After leaving the hilltop, Anton and the two girls naturally fell into step, walking side by side along a winding, tree-lined path.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the leaves, laying a dappled golden carpet on the ground.

Romance carried her War Axe, her steps light as she hummed an unknown tune, completely immersed in the joy of becoming a Wind Whisperer.

Eleanor, by contrast, was much quieter.

She walked at their side, her gaze flickering toward Anton from time to time. She looked like she wanted to say something but held back, her emerald-green eyes swirling with complex emotions.

"Anton, what was that warrior skill you just used?" Romance asked, making a few motions with her hands and clicking her tongue in amazement. "It's so powerful! Even a Dragon Beast as tough as the Rift-Spine couldn't withstand a single blow."

Hearing this, Eleanor also looked over, her curiosity piqued.