CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE!
The lightning barrier collision sent shockwaves through the narrow street, illuminating everything in stark white-blue brilliance.
Elara's Curse Art shield held, but barely—cracks spider-webbed across its surface as the Spirit Art barrage continued its relentless assault.
'Damn it!' Elara's mind raced even as she reinforced her defenses. 'This level of destruction—it's going to attract Guards immediately!'
The mysterious attacker pressed forward, not giving her time to recover.
Another scroll activated, this time unleashing a wave of compressed air that hammered against her weakening barrier.
Elara knew she was in trouble.
Under normal circumstances, she could defend herself adequately. She possessed sufficient skill in Curse Art and Soul Art, enough to handle most threats in the Dark Commerce District.
