The forest floor covered in fallen leaves was dragged into a tens of meters long track by her combat boots. The violent sword wind rampaged through the forest, several times catching up with the afterimage of Rolandar retreating, though he quickly evaded with his ghost-like agility.
Such speed!
Watching that relentless offensive, Rolandar's heart was filled with both shock and anger, his fingers constantly changing the lute's fingerings. Yet the fierce sword edge remained unaffected!
What is going on with this guy?!
He gritted his teeth, forcefully snapping a black string with his index finger.
A mournful wolf howl surged out from the body of the lute, transforming into a ghostly blue Frost Wolf, whose massive wolf paws pounced towards Erin's sword edge.
"Clang——!"
The metallic clash echoed!
Watching the Frost Wolf emerge from that lute, a hint of surprise flashed across Erin's face.
