Still in the position of her last attack, her sword crumbled into dust. Sun-young drew in some much needed air. She would have to ask that blacksmith for another—
"You really thought one attack would beat me?"
The ball of smoke several feet away parted. Who else stood there but August, the sleeve of his chainmail scorched but not destroyed. The attack had landed but failed to do significant damage. Her pulse raced as the remainder of her weapon was whisked by the air.
"Eh, I suppose it makes sense. Newbie mistake." August rolled his shoulders. Smiling, he went into a different stance. Electricity crackled within his spear and underneath his feet.
[ Warning! Powerful surge of magic! ]
[ Warning! Powerful surge of magic! ]
'What…?' Chills went down her spine. It was now or never. 'Open inventory—'
"What is going on here!?"