The moisture in the air rapidly gathered, forming dozens of crystalline ice spikes at the tip of her magic wand, each as thick as a finger, with tips sharp as needles.
With a wave of her wand, the ice spikes poured toward Duke like a torrential downpour, covering all possible directions he could dodge.
This time, Duke did not take it head-on, not because he would be injured, but because he would be slowed down.
He took a deep breath, and his body suddenly became ethereal, the degree of semi-light elementalization deepening.
His figure disappeared from his original position, appearing a dozen meters to the right just before the ice spikes fell.
The ice spikes pierced the spot where he had just stood, leaving dense tiny holes in the grass, ice crystals splattered everywhere.
The middle-aged witch's expression changed slightly; she hadn't even seen how Duke moved.
