Ten meters.
Seven meters.
The storm-driven sands and stones had completely enveloped the underground hall, roaring with thunderous sounds, and the entire space was drawn by an unknown power towards a single point. Ben squinted his eyes, enduring the sharp stones scraping across his face, but finally, he pinpointed the target location.
The sword blade glinted slightly. In the next instant, Ben's silhouette disappeared from its original spot and appeared beside Owena. The Lightning Girl seemed wholly unaware, surprised as she raised her head, though a hint of mockery flashed across her platinum eyes.
Ben observed closely, immediately sensing something amiss.
"Superficial."
