"This move again," Tilan shook her head, "it seems that conventional tactics are unlikely to defeat the opponent."
It was to be expected, after all. The opponent's move was a perfect combination of Talent and secret technique, wielding the terrifying control afforded by their Talent to manipulate and govern such a broad expanse of magic power. If the Flame Spear wasn't so overwhelmingly powerful that even Levito, with his Sequence 5 strength, struggled to accurately lock on, perhaps Sevia La would have been defeated by it.
She blinked and made a slight adjustment.
Her butterfly wings fluttered behind her as she wrenched herself from the thick air, rising like a butterfly struggling through a storm, attempting to break through the viscous fiery currents and reach the night sky beyond the flames.
"The same move again, huh," Levito sneered with rising rage, feeling that his opponent was underestimating him.
