Dust and smoke billowed through the air, the aftermath of the magical explosion that had just occurred. It was impossible to see anything in the chaos.
But then, a fierce gust of wind sliced through the thick haze like a razor-sharp blade through paper.
"Nizemar", her body wrapped in a whirlwind, stood before the sliced smoke curtain.
Her moss-covered hand gripped the Evil Breaker rapier with a fierce intensity, and white smoke hissed from her palm.
"He's… escaped," she said coolly, her voice sounding like a pesky mosquito.
"Floral", the antler-crowned woman, approached her with caution.
"Stay sharp, he might still be hiding nearby."
But Nizemar didn't seem to agree. With a clang, she sheathed her silver rapier and made her way towards Elaire, who was still bound to the roots. She closed her eyes and began to chant an incantation, an emerald-green rune vortex lighting up around her.
