Bound by the black magic patterns, Leslie suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of aging.
Her vitality seemed to drain away; her spirit weakened, her blood turned sluggish, and the magic flowing within her felt as though it had lost its energy.
Every aspect of her strength had drastically diminished.
This sensation caused Leslie's expression to darken.
Although she knew how terrifying a grandmaster-tier mage could be, especially one from the Middle Earth Pyrothrone Kingdom, like the tattoo-covered mage before her, she hadn't expected such a vast gap between their powers.
The fact that Taylor had effortlessly dissolved her attack and restrained her so easily shook even Leslie's usually steady heart.
But quickly, she banished these distracting thoughts.
Her body swelled rapidly, and the power of the kitsune bloodline surged through her.
Invisible spiritual flames ignited from the center of her brow, spreading across her entire body.
