Student number six finally made his move, torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to stay cautious.
Is this girl serious? He wondered. How did she even reach the eighth trial? Did she just stumble her way here?
Then the memory of the guillotine trial crept into his mind and sent a chill down his spine.
No… nobody who survives that is harmless. I can't underestimate her.
A soft glow bloomed in front of him as a crystal ball appeared, shimmering with hazy, refracted light. His three soul rings rose and revolved around it.
Tool-type martial soul: Crystal Ball.
"Crystal, crystal, deviate!" he called out sharply.
His first soul ring flared. White light filled his eyes as the crystal ball responded, and the flow of energy in the air twisted. Violetta's ice spear suddenly veered off course, curving away from him and racing straight toward her own ice wheel.
It was a clever move, using her attack to destroy her own setup.
