The short combat caused considerable damage. The Sacred Flames and plasma spear had melted the solid alloy floor, while the Frostfire Claws left many crisscrossing deep cuts in the wall. The place, as clean as a new pin a while ago, looked like it had suffered a round of saturated bombing. A burnt smell pervaded the chamber, and on high alert, everyone watched their surrounding space for the slightest distortion of space.
Lily calmed down again. She arched her body, and her muscles were tense. Her claws seemed frozen in the air just as her body. Her ears flicked slightly, catching any sound that may come from any direction.
Lily concealed her body scent like a predator hunting for its prey. Even Master Hymer was terrified when he gazed at her. For a moment, the archmage even thought that the werewolf maiden had vanished into thin air. He was looking at her, but he had an illusion that Lily was not there anymore.
