When they returned to the fields, the remains of the battlefield were already gone, sucked into the ripple. The white plains were devoid of even a droplet of blood, no trace of the fights from earlier.
'I only wish it sucked in the blood stuck on our clothes…' Lorn could only sigh, thinking of the two times he had to change his clothes.
"What kind of enemy are you fighting?" Lorn asked.
"Dunno. But whatever it is, it needs a sacrifice to be summoned."
Yara showed the glass of blood she received. It was identical to Lorn's.
"Then let's start with yours," Lorn said. "I'll wait here and use a Graceful Cut. Just buy me 13 seconds when the enemy appears."
He then used Fog Creation and made himself practically invisible thanks to the snow-white background.
