At that moment, Dustfey's eyes widened. She froze as she sensed a dangerous atmosphere around her.
As if time was moving in slow motion, he saw the Flame Wheel approach at a speed far faster than she knew she could move.
It wasn't seeming to slow down either. 'What is he intending to do? Kill me?' She mused, taking out her Dark Ore baton and swiping it against the Flame Wheel in front of her.
At once, the spell fizzled into mere mana in the air, brushing past Dustfey in a hot gust.
She turned toward Lyrian with a stomp, "What is the meaning behind this assault!?"
Lyrian walked forward calmly, "Well firstly, I wanted you to understand what kind of 'potential' I had since that was your desire, right?"
"Still! Do you think I would tolerate an attack that was clearly aimed to damage me?!" Dustfey's tone was stern.
