At the next moment, she vanished swiftly and a shiny, scarlet line passed through the ice shield. The wind pressure from this phenomenal speed scattered the mist in an instant. Before the elf mage knew it, Gracier was already standing behind her, clutching her blazing sword and staring at her in silence. The elf mage maintained her fighting stance. She lifted the staff and gazed grimly ahead. Around her were countless ice crystals that had merged into a sturdy, defensive barrier. At that moment, both of them had as though come to a pause. But shortly after, a straight line emerged from the ice barrier and the late, powerful pressure raised the ice barrier that was split into two. Then, blazing flames fluttered and devoured the shattered ice barrier like a starving beast. Gracier canceled the flame sword and stood amidst this desolation like a Goddess of destruction.
Somehow, it was a picturesque scene instead of appearing horrific.
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