Rita's body trembled from the pain—she had never suffered like this in her life.
Mistblade, across from her, wasn't faring much better.
But after hearing what the treasure hunter said, a strange calm washed over them—not physical, but emotional and mental calm.
Mistblade looked at Rita and silently mouthed: If I can get us back on our feet… do you have any way to fight?
Rita mouthed back: I have a defense skill. It's strong.
Mistblade: You first or me?
Rita: Me first!
And with that, she couldn't wait any longer—she activated Nebula Bubble.
For a brief second, the world dimmed. A single light blinked on—a soft, moon-white glow, the only light in a world swallowed by darkness.
The strange phenomenon vanished almost instantly, and a faint bubble formed around the winged child.
The moment it appeared, the treasure hunter leapt to her feet, slashing at the bubble surrounding the Oak Owl child.
No reaction. The blade bounced harmlessly off.
