Under the night sky, the bloody patches on Giza's face had turned purple. In the ruined city centre, she stood with an alluring smile on the 'slender', pitch-black, hydra studded with sinister black thorns. It resembled a giant long-legged spider from afar.
"You will never have the opportunity to threaten our hopes again." the Air Mystic maintained his calm expression—as light as clouds and as gentle as the wind. He watched Giza with indifference. "I will dispose of you immediately."
"Haha." The Blood Mystic laughed delicately, showing a dimple on her face. "Dispose of me? How are you going to do that?"
The Air Mystic's eyes glimmered and the blue light on his face grew to a dazzling degree.
*Whoosh!*
A strong turbulence suddenly exploded around Giza's body. It caused the 'pet' beneath her to lose its footing. The airflow continued growing stronger in an attempt to sweep the Blood Mystic up.
