Grace stared blankly at the young wizard who had just rescued her from the brink of death, her gaze falling upon his fair, radiant, and handsomely elegant face, a misty bewilderment and confusion rising in her eyes.
"I'm Ronan, don't you remember?"
Ronan looked gently at Grace in front of him, aware that she might have long forgotten his name, but the impression he had left on her should not have faded away.
"Ronan Damien."
He took the initiative to reveal his name, trying to evoke Grace's memory of him.
Perhaps it was Ronan's self-introduction, or maybe his voice, or his appearance... Grace finally began to have some impression of him.
"Is it really you?!"
Grace quickly covered her mouth, but still couldn't help exclaiming in surprise, her beautiful eyes filled with sheer disbelief.
"You.. you.."
Ronan dissolved the silver metallic shield wall behind him, transforming the metal into a massive crescent shape, casually knocking away the rebounding blade discs.
