It seemed that in terms of strength and endurance, she was at no advantage. Realizing this, Tilan leaped up again, her fingertips grazing the sword edge, and a pale blue pattern plated over it. Then she attacked her opponent once more.
The sword edge, augmented with the Withering Sequence Magic Power, became much sharper than before. Even if blocked, the Sword Aura that accompanied the weapon would continue to Sweep down, making it difficult to resist. If it were a Mortal, their head would probably throb with intense pain, as if a knife were slicing through their brain, rendering them powerless and causing them to kneel. But the young man before her was different. Facing Tilan's various spells like "Spectral Fright Night" and the direct gaze of "Deterrence Eye," he showed no reaction, his spirit and consciousness as unshakable as steel.
