Bab 83: Chapter LXXXIII - Precarious Situation

Artox turned towards the source of the fireball that zoomed past him. Matera was floating in the air. Her long crimson robe flowed violently. It was adorned with golden thread, and underneath was a series of grey tones making up her remaining clothes, not that there many.

She enjoyed tight-fitting clothing that revealed her stomach and waist and wore a short skirt that let her thighs show as a pair of knee-high boots were tightly bound against her shins. A succinct top revealed the ample cleavage.

A long staff topped with a large ruby flowed with magic in her left hand. "Prepare to face your end Artox, you should make this easy for us both and just DIE!" She shouted as her fiery red hair danced around in the wind.

She conjured a massive [Fireball] from the tip of her staff. She swung the staff launching it towards Artox.