In the frozen world, all the merfolks had stopped moving. From Elena's point of view, it looked as if the time had suddenly stopped flowing. In than frozen dimension, suddenly a figure of an old man appeared before Elena. He was wearing a worn out armour and had very exaggerated muscles. But from the vast amount of mana that this person was passively releasing, Elena judged that he was actually primarily a mage and not a warrior.
Escora had told Elena a little bit about all the elders of the giant race. So Elena was able to recognise him almost immediately. He was one of the senior elder and his name was Brant. Seeing him, Elena gave her a little teasing smile and respectfully greeted him.
Brant held his head and said -
"Miss Elena, you've passed my part of the trial with flying colours. So please take the ring or you will fail this trial. Please do not tease us old men like this again, it is not good for our health."
Hearing his complaints, Elena smiled again and said -
