Scorching, viscous, leaping like a heartbeat.
Few flames give people such a sticky, damp feeling.
Yet appearing in this place, it somehow feels appropriate.
Under the powerful propulsion, this group of flames, suspected to be the Netherflame converted from absorbed vitality, directly struck in front of Lisa.
Just ten centimeters away from the target, the speed of the fireball suddenly slowed down until it was almost still, as if snagged by an invisible net.
Though the attack was sudden, Professor Lisa, fully focused, still managed to respond in time.
Using this momentary hindrance, her body swiftly dodged to the side.
Almost simultaneously, the fireball showed no sign of dissipating, as if it finally burned through the invisible net's barrier, tracing a ghostly light as it curved to chase Lisa, who had evaded.
This thing actually has a tracking ability.
Fortunately, it's reassuring that Professor Lisa is obviously not a sheltered flower without combat experience.
