Catalina's sudden change of stance successfully darkened Wald XVIII's entire demeanor.
He pulled back along the icy gust stirred up by Catalina's slap, putting distance between them. A faint, mocking smirk appeared on his face once more, his quick reversal of attitude rivaling that of a certain Elf.
"You shameless thing!"
Wald XVIII let out a cold chuckle, rapidly flipping through the pages of his book. The runic lines he constructed burst forth instantaneously, transforming into an overwhelming spread of ice spikes that stormed towards the two of them at incredible speed!
Catalina's pupils shrank. She immediately darted towards a spot shielded by nearby architecture.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The ice spikes pierced through the building's walls.
But rather than flying in a straight line, they abruptly veered, continuing their pursuit of Catalina's position.
She thought she had avoided the attack.
