Sinking into despair?

Amid the intense heat and swirling smoke, Amon's figure flickered in and out of view.

The black soft hat on his head had vanished, revealing his short black hair. His equally black eyes held neither surprise nor agitation as he surveyed the devastated room, as though watching a battle that had nothing to do with him.

A figure flashed out of a shattered mirror in the corner. Holding an Ice Spike that gave off white mist in the heat in one hand and controlling invisible threads that bound her enemy with the other, Angel lunged at a speed almost too fast for the naked eye to follow.

After using Anne's mark to activate a "Prohibition" that restricted all "theft" within its range, then borrowing Arianna's power through the sacred emblem to place the battlefield in a state of "concealment," she could finally use all her methods without worry. She could fight in the way she knew best, without fearing that several crucial abilities might disappear at any moment.

The "Mighty Blow" she had been able to use since the Assassin Sequence, now strengthened by successive Potions into a lethal threat to a demigod, gathered within the Ice Spike as she thrust it straight at Amon's back.

If I'd had another two days, I could have gotten the weapon made from the Iron-Blooded Knight characteristic... The thought had barely surfaced before that regret vanished from Angel's mind, along with her desire to attack.

Her thoughts had been stolen again!

Taking advantage of Angel's momentary daze, Amon vanished from the fire-ravaged second-floor bedroom and appeared in the first-floor living room. Angel followed close behind, pursuing him through mirrors deliberately arranged and adjusted to leave no blind spots. Threads appeared once more, restricting Amon's movements, while blossoms of black Cursed Flame raced along