Freya's eyes widened as she watched the earth being ripped apart, starting from where Harol was standing and travelling very far until it eventually stopped, creating a chasm in the ground not too far away from their feet. Looking at the chasm for a moment, Freya could only be grateful she moved out of the way in time. She nodded in response to Harol's words and sat down, getting the splinters out of her feet before putting her boots on, soon after that getting her hood, veil and gloves back on as well, causing her to be as unrecognisable as usual.

Admiring Harol's work as he took his breath for a moment, Freya couldn't help but be impressed. Sure she had seen what he had done the day before, but now she was again reminded of how powerful he actually was. And although this would certainly draw attention, he had just saved their lives. When he told her to stay at the right side of the chasm she nodded and started walking when he was ready.

What he had done was truly impressive, and Freya quietly thought about everything. He was a very powerful mage, and she couldn't help but notice that again. It just sounded ridiculous that a powerful mage like Harol needed Freya's help to protect him, yet that was their strange reality.