"Did that do it, I wonder?"
Miura's lips curled into a smile as she watched the smoking scene. As the fumes dissipated and cleared, her smile faded and was replaced by a frown.
A shimmering water sphere had formed between me and the formation circle, the sturdy barrier protecting me from the crackling black lightning. Clicking her tongue, Miura raised her hand and drew another line of arcane script in the air. With a snap of her fingers, she launched a colossal beam of dark energy in my direction, but it splattered helplessly against the glowing water sphere.
"What amazing defense," she admitted grudgingly.
