Beckett stood upon a disc-shaped witch tool, quickly increasing the distance from the massive creature before him.
"Is this a shapeshifting type of witchcraft, or some special kind of bloodline secret art?" Encountering a dragon-type species in reality for the first time, and feeling an intimidating aura that seemingly caused an innate sense of fear, Beckett was very cautious, even somewhat wary.
By contrast, Carly, driven by the boiling bloodline power within her, gently flapped the huge wings that had transformed from her arms, stirring up a fierce wind.
Swish swish swish…
The violent wind even possessed a slight cutting ability; if an ordinary person were to enter the range of the wind, they might be sliced up until they were bloody.
This was not a magical attack intentionally created by Carly, but rather a natural spell fluctuation formed by the magic essence gathering instinctively due to the innate abilities of her feathered dragon body.
