Veronica walked forward. She wore a cute red dress with a black accent. She looked like a little evil princess.
"Fu, fu! Behold, my Corrupting Fireball!" Veronica said dramatically.
A violet ball of fire formed on her hand and she threw it forward. The corrupting fireball scattered violet flames everywhere. The ground touched by the flame turned brittle and cracked.
An unlucky fly was there at that moment and turned into a black droplet of rotten flesh which then burned at the fire.
"Oh! A combination spell with Fire, Lightning, and Darkness magic!" Lawrend exclaimed out loud.
Veronica was insanely talented. To combine the three elements, she must have had an immense understanding of them. He had done the same, and he knew from firsthand experience that it wasn't as easy as it seemed.
"Fu, fu, fu!" With a slow laugh, Veronica returned to her initial position.
"Nephilim."
"Yes, Father."
