Mana whirled around her hand and solidified into the shape of a blade.
The air crackled as the weapon took form.
It was pure mana shaped into a sharp edge, an extension of her will.
She had already seen it.
Her spells barely scratched the Alpha.
Worse, she suspected it could absorb them completely.
That was why she had not bothered casting anything stronger.
There was no point.
So she chose something else.
Close combat.
Her goal was not to win.
Her goal was to buy time.
Time for Ben to recover.
She stepped forward once.
Twice.
On the third step, she froze.
Her body locked in place.
It was not fear or hesitation.
It was realization.
Her eyes widened for a brief moment, then narrowed.
A slow grin curled across her lips. "Oh… I see."
The mana sword vanished, breaking apart back into loose mana.
In its place, a new magic circle appeared in the air.
Her plan changed.
Elvira raised her hand and cast.
