'He cast a Four Ring Spell without even using a wand,' Seraphina muttered inwardly as she fought the incoming undead monsters with her pyro spells. 'He must be at least a Five Ring, if not a Six Ring, Mage. Even if all of us fight together, we can't defeat him.'
She glared at Daemoth through the gap between the monsters.
'He treats all of this as a theatrical performance. If I use Sanguine Flame Art, I might be able to create an opening to let the team escape.'
Her mana began rising rapidly. Her crimson hair turned brighter, as if glowing blood flowed through it.
Vlad instantly recognised the familiar mana radiating from her.
"Sera, stop!" Vlad snapped at her as he blocked the incoming arrows with the rapid swing of his blade.
"We don't have any other choice," Seraphina murmured as her canines began to elongate. "I must protect the team—"
"I can do it," Vlad cut her off mid-sentence.
Seraphina looked back at him over her shoulder.
