That girl, Andabella.
In Lide's mind, the image emerged again of a figure surrounded by a scholarly aura, with silver hair and silver eyes, her face always wearing a look of pride.
Of course, there was also the unavoidable Legendary Cloak.
By now, the battlefield had entered a white-hot phase.
Andabella, clad in the Legendary Equipment Blood Cloak, held a slender longsword that seemed as trivial as a chopstick compared to Bimong's massive body.
Yet this toy-like longsword left deep scars on the body of the beast Bimong with every swing.
The Blood Cloak fluttered in the night wind, and Andabella, leaving no trace of spellcasting, floated freely in mid-air as if the cloak behind her were her wings.
Hoo~
Bimong violently swung his sharp claw toward Andabella in a deadly attack, intending to shred this annoying human!!
The bulging muscles on his arm contained the power to tear apart the earth, the breaking air sounding like a demon's screech.
