The vines shot up like striking serpents coiling around the giant eagle's talons before it even had time to react.
The huge summon animal shrieked in agony as Esther's thorned vines dug deep into its flesh, blood dripping where the barbs tore through.
Its massive wings beat violently against the air but the bindings only tightened, each struggle making the thorns bury deeper.
Ilvera's eyes widened, her composure shattering.
She looked down at the writhing vines, panic flashing across her face.
"W–what—?!"
The screeching of her summon stabbed at her ears, and fear was coming into her chest.
"You are indeed strong. You have a lot of Magic energy pool, you have a lot of Magic artifacts others could never dream of, and your wealth can buy you the greatest teachers in the land. But you are nothing but a brat who has never seen the real world."
