Compared to Ronald speeding down from the sky,
Catherine, who was also on the ground, was evidently closer to the fire element, maintaining a graceful posture as she approached.
She held a pitch-black longsword in one hand, her gaze confident with a hint of amusement. Her silhouette didn't resemble a warrior ready for battle, but rather a dancer about to take the stage.
"Ronald, make sure you've got this."
At that moment, Catherine addressed Ronald above her with a reminder.
Then she exerted force with her feet, and with the longsword in hand, Catherine displayed her exaggerated strength. In just two leaps, she reached the fire element, which had just begun to float again.
Gazing at her panicked and helpless opponent, Catherine's tone was mocking:
"Stop struggling, you fool."
"Your body was created by me; everything is already destined. Rather than dying painfully, why not just give up now?"
