A silvery energy with dark streaks surged toward Blackheart, seemingly ready to slice him in half.
The enemy moved at high speed, dodging to the side. As soon as he finished this movement, energy blasts and extensive claw attacks came my way.
With a calm smile hidden behind my mask, my sword cut through the extensions that tried to strike me, while my left hand moved—summoning a magical circle in front of it. A shield of ice formed, successfully blocking the attacks.
Upon seeing the ice structure, he looked at me with both caution and curiosity.
"Your magic seems different from that of sorcerers. Somehow, you use magical energy attacks, yet you also appear capable of wielding spiritual attacks—essentially, strikes infused with soul energy. A rather peculiar feat."
"I'm growing increasingly curious about your identity," Blackheart remarked.
At the same time, his body vanished from sight.
My left hand moved in an instant.
"Clackkk!!!"
The sound of colliding objects echoed.
