She could appear anywhere but definitely not in the same place—that was the only certainty Hexia had.
Amidst a somersault, the emerald blade in Hexia's hand clashed once more with Temisia, sparks of shattering light appearing underground.
As their figures interweaved, Hexia stepped on the side wall, leaped into the air like a wild goose spreading its wings, and just as Temisia prepared to strike at the opening with her rapier, Hexia soared upwards, as light as a feather.
Eventually, she stopped high in the air, swung her sword, and countless crystals shattered before rapidly condensing into a brand new, antiquely fashioned longsword. The hilt was square, the blade slender and eight-sided, and a blue tassel adorned the end of the sword.
Wisps of magic power materialized from the void and converged upon Hexia, and the disheveled black hair was now tied back with a Swallow Grass-blue hairband.
