The air trembled from the many ongoing clashes.
Dust drifted slowly down as both women faced each other again.
Seris studied her opponent carefully.
She is a six-star warrior with a scythe, she concluded.
She inhaled once.
I'm a sixth-circle battle mage. If I hold back, I lose.
Ahead, through the chaos of mana signatures, she could sense it—
A peak five-star presence.
She felt corrupted mana from that presence.
And the mana signatures of students.
I have to end this woman.
Please….stay alive till then.
The woman in the black frilled skirt tilted her head, violet crystalline scythe resting lightly against her shoulder.
"My, my," she said lazily. "Are you lost in thought? That almost makes you cuter."
Seris didn't react.
"Girls lost in thought always look cute."
Seris reached into her size reducing pouch and pulled out a pair of grey gauntlets, matching her sleeveless armor. She slid them onto her hands with practiced efficiency.
