As soon as Replicus leapt out, he felt himself drift off strangely, the pull of gravity down to what could only be called a sea of lights – which he had only half-expected – proving to have truly been a myth.
Replicus floated away into the mirror clustered darkness, away from the ship.
'I guess the caster of this Territory is the only one that can move naturally...' he thought, and looked up to where his enemies had been sent by the cannon shot.
The woman with the red hair was unharmed, and so were her three partners. They stood on a mirror shard a hundred meters into the sky, looking down at the ship, and Replicus.
'Even if we're in her Territory, that shot of Gravity and Stagnant Space should have done some damage at least. Did she heal?' Replicus thought.
The woman gave him a glare, and then a furious amount of mana fumed from her body. She looked to command the men by her side to draw closer to her, and...
