Chapitre 26: Butcher Vanity

"..." Intensively, Yroa checked to see the ohr signature of her familiar, who just happened to be inside a room that Yroa bunkered with systematic spells for all kinds of protection. "Ah, she is fine."

Thankfully, Yroa made it so that he could access the content of the locked room while it's active using his own ohr signature as the indication of access, just like having a fingerprint password for a lock.

"I guess I'm worried for not-"

All of a sudden, a crimson sharp edge was swung horizontally from behind. Before the impending dismemberment, Yroa swiftly brandished his modified Valor Tongue and weaved it to clash with the ongoing attack.

The colliding edges of two weapons created a bright crescent tide of greenish teal and red, and just before Yroa could see the perpetrator that was undetected by his ohr signature scanning, another attack was hurled.

"Oh."