Branch, the god of sloth, twirled his gun around his finger, gripped it firmly, then lunged forward, firing three mana bullets at once.
Amelia raised her hand, Phoenix flames enveloping her like armor before surging in front of her to form a blazing pillar.
'No…' her eyes shot upward.
In the sky, the bullet that had just been aimed at her was now plummeting down as though it had been fired from above.
She leapt aside, narrowly avoiding the impact as the ground where she had stood shattered completely.
A sharp exhale escaped her as Branch smirked. "You're sharp."
He spun the gun again.
Amelia, recognizing the gesture, conjured another flaming arrow, perspiration forming along her temples.
She might have been a spirit artist, but her greatest talent lay in sharpshooting.
Another controlled breath slipped from her lips.
'It's hot.'
She bit down, draining more mana, and summoned yet another spirit.
This time, a small mermaid formed from liquid mana.
