"Lucky? How so?" Elena sneered, her patience thinning at the abbot's arrogance.
Without hesitation, she flicked her fingers, activating her skill—[Spatial Slash].
A sharp arc of spatial energy sliced through the air, targeting Brother Terry at a terrifying speed.
Whoosh!
At first, the group of abbots noticed the condensed spiritual energy gathering around the masked woman and mistook it for an ordinary spell.
But they soon realized it was something different, something they couldn't fully comprehend.
Shock spread across their faces as they rushed to intercept, yet the attack was far too fast for them to react.
"Move! Brother!!!"
In the next instant, the arc lunged straight at Brother Terry, and strands of his already thinning hair fluttered to the ground, leaving his forehead bare and gleaming under the light.
For a moment, silence hung in the scorching corridor.
Then, soft chuckles began to ripple among the onlookers, quickly spreading into muffled laughter.
