[Isla Angelus POV]
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[Present Time]
"ISLA!"
Even in that dark cave, a strange tree root suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started to gnaw at me, Master, and Azrael.
(What the-!?)
The roots circled my legs then to my stomach and neck.
"Agh!"
My breathing seemed to stop for a moment and the roots lifted me, making my feet easily separate from the ground.
"Isla! Hold on!"
"Use your magic!"
Even Master and Azrael's faint voices made me have the urge to fight back the roots.
I immediately create a metallic sword that appears from thin air then slice the roots as fast as I can.
But the roots around my neck tightened and my vision started to blur.
(T-this is dangerous! The more I fight, the dangerous it gets!)
(And these roots... Is absorbing my mana!)
