Louis struck the bubble.
Once… then again.
It didn't work. The water inside continued to rise steadily.
Right, left, above, below… her eyes searched frantically for a flaw.
The Second-Rank Lord laughed, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of victory.
Louis struck harder—again and again.
"This doesn't seem like ordinary water," she whispered. "It's more like a flexible shield—something that can't be destroyed, only cut… Unfortunately, I don't have a cutting weapon."
The water reached her knees.
The lord approached the bubble.
He extended his hand and touched it from the outside.
"Some weapons—very few—are properties rather than physical arms," he said, beginning to circle the bubble.
"The Bubble is my signature weapon. It belongs to the category of specialized weapons, but I strengthened it using a Shatter Stone."
He paused briefly.
"Perhaps you don't know what that stone is," he continued.
