"ZOEMI!?"
*WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
The pillar of flames erupted from the ground, engulfing Ehmi's remains and evaporating the darkness blades, and preemptively detonating the swallows.
"!!!"
The voice that was heard howling his name sent chills down Zoemi's spine.
...and then Ehmi stepped forward with a face twisted with ire.
There was no trace of any injury on her in sight and her body was completely clad in flaming armor all the way from head to toe.
And not the dress one like the one the Zoemi watching it all through a screen saw during the tournament, but a complete set of menacing battle armor more suited for a heavy infantry unit.
"...!"
Zoemi gritted his teeth so hard he felt the metallic taste of his own blood in his mouth and continued pouring his mana into the barrage of spells but now, no matter what he threw at her it was either evaporated or simply deflected off the armor.
This was the worst possible option.
"Zoemi... What is the meaning of this...?"
