Bang!
Crossing the border between the central district and the slums and entering the area affected by the array, Hilia stopped supplying energy to the flying broom, put it away, and turned herself into a parabolic arc, shooting toward the central city.
About to crash, she quickly cast Light Body Technique and Swift Movement Skill on herself, her face pale as she endured the discomfort brought by high-speed flight, running straight toward the inn without looking back.
It wasn't until she'd gone quite far that she finally looked back, spotting Suna standing at the border between the slums and the central district, staring at her, her gaze deep and unfathomable.
Hilia continued forward, only stopping once she could no longer sense the other's presence, one hand bracing against a streetlamp, the other patting her chest as she gasped for breath.
"Facing the pressure of a Tier Four Mage head-on is terrifying."
If possible, Hilia wouldn't want to fight a Tier Four Mage at all.
