The blade came down.
Fast. Brutal. Unforgiving.
Alicia shoved Leon backward, her rapier flashing out to intercept the strike.
CLANG.
The impact sent a violent shockwave up her arm. Her knees nearly buckled. The Knight Commander wasn't just a man; he was a walking siege engine.
"You're out of your depth, girl," the Commander snarled. The corrupted greatsword in his hands hissed, dripping with dark mana.
Alicia didn't waste breath talking.
Her crimson eyes flared. The ambient temperature in the room skyrocketed in a fraction of a second.
[Level 8 Fire Magic: Crimson Lotus]
White-hot flames erupted from her free hand, engulfing the Commander in a localized inferno. The lavish mahogany furniture instantly vaporized into ash. The stone walls cracked from the sheer, blistering heat.
But the Commander didn't burn.
