The dense bullets skewed downward, but they all missed their mark as the young girl in front of them flickered like a ghost through the metal storm, closing the distance with a direct assault.
The silver sword in her hand danced, her Dailan gown swirling with the sword's rotations. Her movements seemed unhurried, yet they cast pale blue phantoms as if three were fighting at once. The arcs of her sword strikes sparked upon the exoskeleton mechas, and as she steadily advanced, one elite warrior after another fell.
"This..." Even Brod, who had seen much of the world, couldn't help but be astonished at the sight.
She definitely lacked the Sequence 6, and possibly even Sequence 5, as the fluctuations and quantities of Aijieka Particles were not substantial. However, in the utilization of Magic Power and combat techniques, she had nearly reached the pinnacle known to him. It was hard to imagine that she was not even 20 years old.
