"Blades of Light!"
Evelyn said.
The golden grimoire glowed, and close to fifty golden light swords emerged from the grimoire's pages.
They hovered around her.
She then pointed her hand at Fang Raon—her finger looking like a pistol—and she then pulled back her thumb.
As if she were pulling the trigger.
The blades of light started flying through the air towards him.
"Argh!"
Fang Raon tackled through a door and escaped into a side room—the flying swords flew past the room.
While he was climbing back to his feet, Evelyn strolled into the room and pulled out a golden-bladed sword from the grimoire.
"The Golden Sword!"
She swung it at Fang Raon, and he narrowly dodged while golden blade almost grazed his face—missing just barely.
The camera was hovering above them, and the chat was panicking as they didn't know what had happened to Della.
They didn't know whether she was just being mind-controlled, possessed by a ghost, or whether she was just dead!
"Hard Slash!"
