Before the gargoyle could reach the petrified Dickson, Abigail was already in front of him.
She planted herself between them, her sunglasses angled downward, carefully avoiding any direct eye contact with the creature. Behind her, her five-star profound spirit hovered, vast and imposing.
"Wind Impact."
Her spirit mimicked her movement and its battle fan swung once.
A massive wind strike slammed into the gargoyle, forcing it backward through the air, but that was all. The creature screeched, reorienting itself mid-flight. Its wings beat hard as it twisted aside, narrowly dodging the second and third follow-up attacks.
Abigail clicked her tongue.
The gargoyle hovered, circling her, searching for an opening.
She didn't move.
She couldn't.
Dickson was still petrified behind her. If anything happened to him in this state, if he shattered even a little, it would be over.
That won't happen on my watch.
The gargoyle suddenly dove.
Abigail met it head-on.
