The cut in the nest's wall was sharp and deep enough to kill someone. The huge knife that made this dent also looked sharp and dangerous.
A normal person would have difficulty pulling this blade out and using it.
But that was not the case for the user of this blade.
Strings attacked this blade, making it easy to use. Camelia had seconds to observe the blade before it flew again through the air and back toward her.
She took out her staff to create a barrier, but it did not last long against the edge of this place.
The person wielding this weapon was a formidable opponent, adept at countering magic to a certain degree.
"Come out! I know you are here. I am in a bad mood, so I will let you go once I beat you up once. I promise I will not kill you if you surrender."
Camelia's promise echoed in the air, but even she knew it was a futile gesture. Her adversary remained hidden.
