"Shira, this won't end until you use your abilities to the fullest," said Luther.
Shira bit her lip; she knew what Luther meant. Her pitiful, begging eyes didn't work on Luther as he stood stubborn.
She finally decided to cast the magic she was most reluctant to use.
"WEAVE," she said aloud.
And then suddenly, threads started coming out of her hands, beautifully dancing, coiling, and intertwining one after another…
Bowen's jaw dropped as a beautiful silver net appeared before his eyes, and, moreover, that net hung in the air as a shield for Shira.
Any snowballs that hit the net started dispersing upon impact with the shield. Shira didn't even spend any mana to maintain the net.
Luther waved his hand, and the ice shots started to change shape. Now they were in the form of tiny needles. They traveled through the gaps of the net to attack Shira's body.
