Ilvera's eyes widened but she hadn't lost her composure. Her eyes gaze hardened as she raised her gloved hands toward the massive fireball looming behind her.
Blue light shimmered from the runes etched into the gloves and she channeled her Magic with steady control.
A summoning circle flared into existence in the air with blue glow and from its surface a serpent's head of gleaming blue clear scales pushed through.
The snake opened its maw wide then unleashing a torrent of water that roared outward, smashing into the fireball and quenching it in a violent hiss of steam.
"Hoo…" Esther tilted her head slightly from below, a small smile tugging her lips as she watched. "That kid has some good artifacts on her hands."
"Of course," Annette replied dryly. "They're nobles. Of course her father would shower her with the best of everything."
Neither of them looked worried in the slightest, even after witnessing Ilvera's countermeasure that seems exaggerated.
